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Lil Keed

Big Order (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Big Order (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(альбом: Trapped On Cleveland 3 - 2020)


This that shit right here, this that, um, real gangster shit, you know what I'm saying?
Whew
Nigga, the play gotta peel his motherfucking hat back, you know what I'm saying?
(Ferno, you spazzin')
Put his brain where his fucking lap at

Who gon' catch them bodies? Who gon' get it started?
Who gon' point they fingers? Who gon' keep it solid?
Who gon' hit the house and miss the car and hit the body?
Who gon' hit a line, take some molly, get to chopping?
Who gon' put your jewels and money over a thotty?
Who gon' serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the pyrex?
Yeah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm having so many tallies
Who gon' get the Audi? Who gon' get the Rolls
Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rocking Gucci but she fuck for FashionNova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
I ain't Minnesota but I hit 'em with the sauna
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
Plug really tripping, say he bag and sent the order
But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn

Talking 'bout Keed, goddamn
'Cause I got the cheese in my jeans, goddamn
I don't give a fuck, bitch, go on, goddamn
Why you think you sell it? I got bars, goddamn
Who? Yeah, yes, ho
Quay' so Huncho
No Quavo, I got shows
So I'm getting a lotta backends, goddamn
And know that I'm with it
Yeah, you know that I'm Slime Prince
I'm in green, I'm the grinch
Got out the hood, now I make some millions
But I look good, bitch, I pay the tickets
My eyes low, Chrome Heart tint
Yeah, they mad I spoiled my bitch
'Cause she suck good dick, goddamn
I'm tryna get higher
I got this purple drank on me, it was some Wockhardt
I got this wood Drac' on me, it crush your whole world
Hope you don't ever try to diss me, you be in trouble
I got some [?] I end your whole world, yeah

Who gon' catch them bodies? Who gon' get it started?
Who gon' point they fingers? Who gon' keep it solid?
Who gon' hit the house and miss the car and hit the body?
Who gon' hit a line, take some molly, get to chopping?
Who gon' put your jewels and money over a thotty?
Who gon' serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the pyrex?
Yeah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm having so many tallies
Who gon' get the Audi? Who gon' get the Rolls
Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rocking Gucci but she fuck for FashionNova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
I ain't Minnesota but I hit 'em with the sauna
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
Plug really tripping, say he bag and sent the order
But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn

Shit, I just got caught in the middle
Shit, my partner cup the dope like he Sizzle
Sticking the fork through his noodle, he tender
No, I'ma act like she thot [?] I don't surrender
These niggas hoes, they cap
These niggas ain't showing shit, they gon' surrender
I put some holes in they back, he hating
Damn, now get us some paper
Shit, [?]
Shit, I'm not the man in the middle
Shit, I give 'em game, I'm [?]
I'm tryna be a philosopher, she give me special head
These bitches dumb, she just be topping me
Yeah, know my main ho gon' die for me
Y'all niggas shrimps
I went and got a lotta, lotta money, it didn't come from temp
I keep some blue tips on me, on me, in the FN clip
It ain't gon' be funny how I hit your funny bone with this FN

Who gon' catch them bodies? Who gon' get it started?
Who gon' point they fingers? Who gon' keep it solid?
Who gon' hit the house and miss the car and hit the body?
Who gon' hit a line, take some molly, get to chopping?
Who gon' put your jewels and money over a thotty?
Who gon' serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the pyrex?
Yeah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm having so many tallies
Who gon' get the Audi? Who gon' get the Rolls
Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster
Main rocking Gucci but she fuck for FashionNova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
I ain't Minnesota but I hit 'em with the sauna
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder
Plug really tripping, say he bag and sent the order
But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn

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