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House Bigger

 

House Bigger

(album: Mr. Crawford - 2022)


Ruffians

Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it's a no-look
If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook
Ayy, know she fuck for nothing, but I still buy her Chanel
Ayy, fucked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell
Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust it left"
Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail
I was broke, I came from nothing, oh, you can barely tell
Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tanning in the hills, they all from Nashville
The doors swing, I don't know how to park this one
Ayy, rocking so much Chrome Hearts, my heart silver
Fuck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger
Give 'em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em
I'm lit up a whole 'nother mode, with more power
Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers
Bad bitch, she hell, but I copped her like the Lakers
Ayy, savage, but I been moving swift just like I'm Taylor

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
My opps, they hungry, so what's up on the barrel? The potato
I was hurting, so I went and bought me some more acres
I spend my own money, you can ask my accountant at the label
I drink too much syrup, every time I piss, I see tomato
No, they didn't picture this, I spent twenty K just on some Gallery
Slide in that Charger, but we gon' leave 'em dead just like a battery
A nigga scarred up, but no I can't complain, my mama happy
I just point at God, if my name was Johnson, it wasn't magic

Ayy, I got the ball, pass it to my nigga, it's a no-look
If he a rat, don't care if he a fish, that boy get no hook
Ayy, know she fuck for nothing, but I still buy her Chanel
Ayy, fucked her at the Hyatt, I was low as hell
Ayy, my bitch drive on that drill, I told her, "Bust it left"
Ayy, them bullets hit his hair, we can't go back to jail
I was broke, I came from nothing, oh, you can barely tell
Seventeen hoes, I took 'em tanning in the hills, they all from Nashville
The doors swing, I don't know how to park this one
Ayy, rocking so much Chrome Hearts, my heart silver
Fuck who said that I can't rap, it got my house bigger
Give 'em thirty like Stephen and I let Hot dig 'em
I'm lit up a whole 'nother mode, with more power
Bad bitch, she look like Rubi Rose, she get no flowers
Bad bitch, she hell, but I copped her like the Lakers
Ayy, savage, but I been moving swift just like I'm Taylor

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