The Big Homie - MIA
[Intro: The Big Homie]
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Yop
Worry 'bout it, don't even worry 'bout me
Hmm, 'cause I'm a certified tweaker
Nigga a certified tweaker
[Verse 1: The Big Homie]
I done turned my back and niggas stabbed me, huh, knew that shit was gon' happen
Should've upped and start blastin', but still don't give no passes
Cuz done got 'em gone, that shit like magic, huh, I wonder what happened
Long story short, them niggas lackers, worry 'bout it, huh
Bro we up score, nigga, chill out then, he still tryna get out in the field
Got three yops in case one jam, ridin' fishbowl tryna catch a salе
Whole time, nigga duckin', dodgin' me, huh, nigga can't duck thеse bullets
Huh (No), nigga can't duck no fully
Huh, yop, all my niggas some bullies (Hmm)
[Verse 2: Diddy Da Don & ]
Mhm
I tried to shoot first, you know TayTay, he a ballhog
Hit her off that Perc', ain't no work, made her call off
The ho asked me what I'm worth, an M if I round off
Bitch, I'm just a certified stepper who became a boss
Every time a nigga say my name, I go make 'em talk
I shouldn't've let that pussy live, damn, but he can't even walk
Been sittin' on a nigga crib for twenty minutes, he finally pulled up
Hop out, give him fifty bucks, but that was not enough
We want all them niggas' blood ()
[Verse 3: YBN Lil Bro]
I know what I did, I ain't tryna talk
Can't believe what I saw
Miss my nigga, but don't worry 'bout it, knock his ass off
Bro'nem got them fast-ass cars, we fuck bad broads
Been had jaws
Ten toes, get me in that bitch, I'ma stand tall
I'm a fuckin' beast
[Verse 4: GMO Stax]
You know the hook can't fuck with me
Chopper push him up the street
Fuck them niggas up the street
They know that it's up with me
Bitches double dutchin', tryna peep
I don't like this opp pack, you can taste his dirty ass all in this fuckin' weed
And this shit came with seeds
When you see me, cop a plea
See you out, you coppin' pleas
Bitch my number-one fan, she like the way I style on beats
[Verse 5: The Big Homie]
Long live the mafia
I can't do shit for no bitch, go ask your spouse or somethin'
Shit, I'm quick to kick a bitch out my pad, better set the play or somethin'
Bitch, I'm beefin' with your cousin, tried to kill him, he's with your brother
I can't think, too much shit on my mind, the drugs gettin' to me
I can't ride with thirty shots, I need at least a hundred and fifty
[Outro: The Big Homie]
Don't worry about it, nigga
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()
Yop
Worry 'bout it, don't even worry 'bout me
Hmm, 'cause I'm a certified tweaker
Nigga a certified tweaker
[Verse 1: The Big Homie]
I done turned my back and niggas stabbed me, huh, knew that shit was gon' happen
Should've upped and start blastin', but still don't give no passes
Cuz done got 'em gone, that shit like magic, huh, I wonder what happened
Long story short, them niggas lackers, worry 'bout it, huh
Bro we up score, nigga, chill out then, he still tryna get out in the field
Got three yops in case one jam, ridin' fishbowl tryna catch a salе
Whole time, nigga duckin', dodgin' me, huh, nigga can't duck thеse bullets
Huh (No), nigga can't duck no fully
Huh, yop, all my niggas some bullies (Hmm)
[Verse 2: Diddy Da Don & ]
Mhm
I tried to shoot first, you know TayTay, he a ballhog
Hit her off that Perc', ain't no work, made her call off
The ho asked me what I'm worth, an M if I round off
Bitch, I'm just a certified stepper who became a boss
Every time a nigga say my name, I go make 'em talk
I shouldn't've let that pussy live, damn, but he can't even walk
Been sittin' on a nigga crib for twenty minutes, he finally pulled up
Hop out, give him fifty bucks, but that was not enough
We want all them niggas' blood ()
[Verse 3: YBN Lil Bro]
I know what I did, I ain't tryna talk
Can't believe what I saw
Miss my nigga, but don't worry 'bout it, knock his ass off
Bro'nem got them fast-ass cars, we fuck bad broads
Been had jaws
Ten toes, get me in that bitch, I'ma stand tall
I'm a fuckin' beast
[Verse 4: GMO Stax]
You know the hook can't fuck with me
Chopper push him up the street
Fuck them niggas up the street
They know that it's up with me
Bitches double dutchin', tryna peep
I don't like this opp pack, you can taste his dirty ass all in this fuckin' weed
And this shit came with seeds
When you see me, cop a plea
See you out, you coppin' pleas
Bitch my number-one fan, she like the way I style on beats
[Verse 5: The Big Homie]
Long live the mafia
I can't do shit for no bitch, go ask your spouse or somethin'
Shit, I'm quick to kick a bitch out my pad, better set the play or somethin'
Bitch, I'm beefin' with your cousin, tried to kill him, he's with your brother
I can't think, too much shit on my mind, the drugs gettin' to me
I can't ride with thirty shots, I need at least a hundred and fifty
[Outro: The Big Homie]
Don't worry about it, nigga
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