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vince staples - big time lyrics

[intro]
alright, alright, alright

[verse 1]
man i love my b-tches
man they photogenic
sn-tched em straight up out they richardson mag they do my dishes
man i love this cripping
man my homies with it
all these murders they ain’t got enough ambulances with ‘em
i ain’t paying homage to n-body with no bodies
i don’t care bout yo ferrari i’ll sn-tch you out that bentley
was cramming into civics ’round 2010ish
piled in the studio when not a n-gg- would listen
[hook]
now we’re big time, big time, big time
now we’re big time, big time, big time
now we’re big time, big time, big time
hands up baby don’t you see this big nine
screamin’ f-ck the world like that sh-t mine

[verse 2]
player sh-t player made
i’m stuck in my player ways
i just made a play today
she gave me some play today
my jordan was lawaway
i caught me a fade a day
around where janaya stay
my 40 go dumb in a major way
i come from the game where they pay to play
these rappers extorted like everyday
that yankee i’m sporting like every day
just played me a show they paid 80k
i put it away for a rainy day
you never know when you gon catch a case
you never know when you gon catch an opp
we kill ever day like where sosa stay
you might get a p-ss

[hook]
now we’re big time, big time, big time
now we’re big time, big time, big time
now we’re big time, big time, big time
hands up baby don’t you see this big nine
screamin’ f-ck the world like that sh-t mine

[verse 3]
big timer like manny and baby
don’t play with that man cause he crazy
with demon and ocho from bompton
they stomping out n-gg-s like stacy
the radio never gon play me quit if my label don’t pay me
i’ll run up in there with my gun in the air screaming give me the sh-t you owe jay z
bandana like jayo from daygo’s
my temper depend how my day go
my girl do whatever i say so
she ain’t got no reason to say no
i ain’t wish for nothing but hood rich
you ain’t seen how grimey my hood get
i been on some up to no good sh-t
you on that cuba in boyz n da hood sh-t
i go down to cuba and find me a plug
sick of these rappers not selling no drugs
sick of this industry playing these games
sick of my enemies saying my name
harder than n-gg-s since hollister n-gg-
i’ll body a n-gg- for saying i can’t
you should have known i go hard in the paint
you should have known ain’t no stopping my wave

[bridge]
big time, time, time, time, time, time, time
big time, time, time, time, time, time, time

[outro]
next time on poppy street
h-llo? h-llo? is anybody there?

- vince staples lyrics

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