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mike will made-it - big god lyrics

[intro: big sean]
ear drummers
f-ck is my ransom, homie ?

[chorus: trouble]
hey w-ssup, tell me what’s in your cup (what you sippin’?)
you from the hood too, don’t be actin’ all stuck up
you gettin’ money lil’ baby, i guess we eatin’ (i guess we eatin’)
i get to rollin’ blunts while i’m talkin’ to gs
ayy, only the lil’ homie stuck
see me runnin’ this sh-t up (flexin’)
ayy, only the lil’ homie stuck, big up (talk to you)
only the lil’ homie stuck
n-ggas tryin’, n-ggas dyin’, n-ggas greedy, everyday
sh-t get real, sh-t get hard, n-ggas need you, everyday
only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
only the lil’ homie stuck, yeah

[verse 1: trouble]
guess i’ma hold it down, i’ma hold it down
i can’t scratch this sh-t enough, don’t snitch, b-tch, hold it down
n-ggas ain’t know sh-t, so quit the switch, don’t f-ck around
what the f-ck you pullin’ out the gat for if you don’t plan to blowin’ it down?
b-tch, you plottin’ on yo’ main man, i’m lookin’ good for that
rest in peace to 44 p, they hurt the hood with that
look at all these po’ -ss kids, the hood f-cked up
this sh-t was never my dream, hustle from f-ck ups
sit back, blowin’ some green, talk to the big god
can you please bless my fam’ with tickets too much to ask for
n-gga need ya, n-ggas tryna be greedy
just want good for my people, forgive me of all my evils
i don’t mean a lot but you’re tough and i need ya
everyone don’t f-ck, don’t give a f-ck, i keep her
baby hit the b-lls, baby rough on the weepers
scratchin’ like a panther, puttin’ bucks on the liters

[verse 2: problem]
i pay all my n-ggas, y’all payin’ the badge
live zone 6, with deep mac, trap way in the back (i remember my n-ggas)
in front of church, guns, a tv and a bootleg dvd
you old players need to stop hatin’ on these young ballers
barkley and shaq, tnt
diamond lane, dlg
off the seven like blb
you almost high as gld
i’m from compton so i don’t expect you to understand my pov
i done bossed up bosses, that’s why i said i’m a young og
now done sold more than a p and i ran from not one n-gga
have you raised a b-tch to l1ck d-ck, just come give her? (hey)
i took too much molly, alert the homies like come get her (f-cked up)
h-ll naw, if you strapped or if he not so don’t f-ck with her (yeah)
my n-ggas gon’ be my n-ggas no matter what, so i’m stuck with them (yeah)
my b-tches like b-tches but can’t f-ck, ‘less i f-ck with them
like a toilet, that’s blocked up, yeah, i’m deep in this sh-t, no sleepin’
i’m peepin’, everythin’ breathin’, no love in this sh-t
go hard as the governor man, and no i’m not lovin’ the b-tch
remember when the trap was bunkin’
n-ggas i thought i was makin’ money off of publishin’ sh-t (ha ha, that’s crazy)
i can’t stop comin’, that’s why i got so many babies
and b-tches love a dog, that’s why i got so many ladies (what)

[chorus: trouble]
hey w-ssup, tell me what’s in your cup (diamond!)
you from the hood too, don’t be actin’ all stuck up
you gettin’ money lil’ baby, i guess we eatin’ (i guess we eatin’)
i get to rollin’ blunts while i’m talkin’ to gs
ayy, only the lil’ homie stuck
see me runnin’ this sh-t up (flexin’)
ayy, only the lil’ homie stuck, big up (talk to you)
only the lil’ homie stuck
n-ggas tryin’, n-ggas dyin’, n-ggas greedy, everyday
sh-t get real, sh-t get hard, n-ggas need you, everyday
only the lil’ homie stuck, big up
only the lil’ homie stuck, yeah

- mike will made it lyrics

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