rick ross - big homie lyrics
don’t be afraid to get it all man
you may learn some sh-t…
you may know some sh-t…
you may see some sh-t… haha
b-tch showed me how its old
i had to tell her
you could go to any hood, bet they know me
rose gold pinky ring; master rollie
boy, you’se a little n-gga; gary coleman
i be calling all the shots, big homie
big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
boy, you’se a little n-gga; gary coleman
i be calling all the shots, big homie
i’m winning for the new b-tch, she was stunting
that p-ssy got a paper tag and it’s a hundred
my bellman call me sir combs, i’m richard drummond
my rolls royce sprayed cologne, the fragrance money
it’s bad boys records, b-tch, you know i run it
ciroc amaretto coming, them b-tches love it
i show up with my jewelry on and never doubt it
you show up with your jewelry on and leave without it
i could go to any hood, bet they know me
rose gold pinky ring, master rollie
boy, you’se a little n-gga, gary coleman
i be calling all the shots, big homie
big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
boy, you’se a little n-gga, gary coleman
i be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie
diddy go to any hood, big rollie
top down on any block, n-ggas know me
the only one that’s topping forbes, i’m getting lonely
see us out here racing yachts like “f-ck the police”
bugatti swerving lane to lane, we getting money
once promoter say my name, fly b-tches coming
these ratchet b-tches love a n-gga so cough your chick in
more 80’s than the 80’s, n-gga, i’m money mention
i’m money mention
you could go to any hood, bet they know me
rose gold pinky ring, master rollie
boy, you’se a little n-gga, gary coleman
i be calling all the shots, big homie
big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
boy, you’se a little n-gga, gary coleman
i be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie
my b-tches get the christians, n-gga, and giuseppe
my b-tches get the berkin, n-gga, they hold the weapons
my b-tches get the range rovers, that’s for affection
my b-tches get the realest n-gga, she’s my reflection
i make my b-tches traffic dope, that’s my profession
she swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for c-section
thank god your pockets where i’m from, here block, they bless us
50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers
get them stretchers
you could go to any hood, bet they know me
rose gold pinky ring, master rollie
boy, you’se a little n-gga, gary coleman
i be calling all the shots, big homie
big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
boy, you’se a little n-gga, gary coleman
i be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie
i be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie (ha!)
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