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Lil Keed

Big Eye

 

Big Eye

(album: Trapped On Cleveland 2 - 2018)


I don't know bout you
Nah I ain't heard bout you
I don't know bout you
(Keed talk to 'em)

Oou oou, I been getting money
I don't know about you, you
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Oou
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hating us
I know these bitches they hating us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hating us
I know these bitches they hating us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son

Ball on 'em, yeah ball hog on 'em
Went and got my paper up, tall money, long money
You know I be fresh as fuck
No you can't stand next to us
Draco hit her neck and up
Drinking lean, eating edibles
This that drip talk
Everything they doing, they got it from us, yeah that's real talk
[?] you know bout us, real talk
Hoodbaby fucking up the street with that trap house
Nigga that's real talk

Oou oou, I been getting money
I don't know about you, you
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Oou
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hating us
I know these bitches they hating us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hating us
I know these bitches they hating us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son

Ice Box, chain came from Ice Box
Slime ball, shell shock
Roll down the window, a lot of shells drop
[?]
Damn bitch, I done gave you head shots
We gon' let these [?] fly
I'ma go get me some paper though
I trapped it, I ride by the Texaco
250 block block life, we them guys
Yeah I got that bag then set my family right
Y'all want the bread, I just wanna sell them rights

Oou oou, I been getting money
I don't know about you, you
Foreign car, disappearing roof, yeah yeah
Came from the bottom, how could I lose? Oou
Skinny pants with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hating us
I know these bitches they hating us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son
I know these niggas they hating us
I know these bitches they hating us
Balling on 'em like LeBron
Balling on 'em like Doc Rivers' son

done

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