Big Bread, Long Paper

Big Pokey

smileyriley7806

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Bitch!

Keep on stacking part three, baby.

It's going down.

Oh, no.

Huh?

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never come seen with a hoe-ass nipper.

I'll flip the script.

I'm a hater real quick, man.

This hoe up a motherfuckin' eight, man.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never come seen with a hoe ass figure.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Keep on saying part three, DJ, I've seen your fool, man.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never caught a scene with a hoe-ass nigga I'll flip the script on a hater real quick And pull up a motherfuckin' 80's bitch I seen somethin' new, I got somethin' new And fuck the radio, a nigga bangin' on screw Smoke, smoked out, beatin' just real nigga shit

Ridin' on fours, tip.

What you know about it, I could get a game.

But I'ma write a book and sell that motherfucker, man.

Worldwide Night Logo The vocals too Yeah them hoes for sale Ain't nothing for sale

free with me, but the boys, man.

Little nigga tone, so I stand out bold.

Dig, dig long nuts, pick them off the floor.

Money, money, pro.

Po-yo, po-da-fo, and a leader.

And I'm a poor motherfuckin' leader.

Can't go to sleep with no air, man.

Gotta raise hell, but stay about to sell Young, young black man tryna come up with a plan To get a quarter million in my motherfuckin' hand Break a, break a mouth

Put them on to the game.

Let a nigga hold.

Let a nigga swing.

Like Kiki on my G, Pitchin' Lil' C over Cory Mo' Beats, Pitchin' Lil' C on Forbes Magazine, Pull up in the motherfuckin' Ben and Limousine, Poppin' that clean, like the song say, All because a young nigga kept stackin' pay, lil' honey.

keep on stacking your bread man it's going down

Thank you for watching.

When I see it, when I see it, it's a damn D-D-M-O-B-D.

Why you bumpin' by the feds?

They don't know me.

Man, could you baby, mama gave me.

Dope key, you know what time it is.

Upstart in the field and homeboys going down in here.

We say a jump fly, all kind of gear.

Yeah, niggas stay tuned.

Bugs on me.

My shine don't gleam.

Youngstunner and a hunter make my mind don't clean, see?

Pitbull, when I scratch I try to bust my nose Pop my collar on the bitch and then I dust my clothes Players get chose, chaser for what?

Come screw a nigga, chasin' these bucks, gettin' money, man Gettin' money, chasin' bucks, fuckin' them replacin' sluts L.O.M.

gang leader, buildin' laws, take it up

It's hard work to cut a bling till I made enough.

I damn sure ain't paid in full, so I ain't paid enough.

I'm still up in the cut, tryna, tryna make it happen.

They say if I can make it trappin', I can make it rappin'.

So I love this paper stackin'.

We'll be right back.

Don't chip, it won't be long, let you gone and back.

We keep it gutter, callin' butter, callin' on the lack.

It's been a little mob style.

Thank you.

Bitch!

Keep on stacking part three, baby.

It's going down.

Oh, no.

Huh?

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never come seen with a hoe-ass nipper.

I'll flip the script.

I'm a hater real quick, man.

This hoe up a motherfuckin' eight, man.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never come seen with a hoe ass figure.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Keep on saying part three, DJ, I've seen your fool, man.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Ridin' on fours, tip.

What you know about it, I could get a game.

But I'ma write a book and sell that motherfucker, man.

Worldwide Night Logo The vocals too Yeah them hoes for sale Ain't nothing for sale

free with me, but the boys, man.

Little nigga tone, so I stand out bold.

Dig, dig long nuts, pick them off the floor.

Money, money, pro.

Po-yo, po-da-fo, and a leader.

And I'm a poor motherfuckin' leader.

Can't go to sleep with no air, man.

Gotta raise hell, but stay about to sell Young, young black man tryna come up with a plan To get a quarter million in my motherfuckin' hand Break a, break a mouth

Put them on to the game.

Let a nigga hold.

Let a nigga swing.

keep on stacking your bread man it's going down

Thank you for watching.

When I see it, when I see it, it's a damn D-D-M-O-B-D.

Why you bumpin' by the feds?

They don't know me.

Man, could you baby, mama gave me.

Dope key, you know what time it is.

Upstart in the field and homeboys going down in here.

We say a jump fly, all kind of gear.

Yeah, niggas stay tuned.

Bugs on me.

My shine don't gleam.

Youngstunner and a hunter make my mind don't clean, see?

Pitbull, when I scratch I try to bust my nose Pop my collar on the bitch and then I dust my clothes Players get chose, chaser for what?

Come screw a nigga, chasin' these bucks, gettin' money, man Gettin' money, chasin' bucks, fuckin' them replacin' sluts L.O.M.

gang leader, buildin' laws, take it up

It's hard work to cut a bling till I made enough.

I damn sure ain't paid in full, so I ain't paid enough.

I'm still up in the cut, tryna, tryna make it happen.

They say if I can make it trappin', I can make it rappin'.

So I love this paper stackin'.

We'll be right back.

Don't chip, it won't be long, let you gone and back.

We keep it gutter, callin' butter, callin' on the lack.

It's been a little mob style.

Thank you.

Big Pokey

smileyriley7806

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Bitch!

Keep on stacking part three, baby.

It's going down.

Oh, no.

Huh?

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never come seen with a hoe-ass nipper.

I'll flip the script.

I'm a hater real quick, man.

This hoe up a motherfuckin' eight, man.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never come seen with a hoe ass figure.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Keep on saying part three, DJ, I've seen your fool, man.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Ridin' on fours, tip.

What you know about it, I could get a game.

But I'ma write a book and sell that motherfucker, man.

Worldwide Night Logo The vocals too Yeah them hoes for sale Ain't nothing for sale

free with me, but the boys, man.

Little nigga tone, so I stand out bold.

Dig, dig long nuts, pick them off the floor.

Money, money, pro.

Po-yo, po-da-fo, and a leader.

And I'm a poor motherfuckin' leader.

Can't go to sleep with no air, man.

Gotta raise hell, but stay about to sell Young, young black man tryna come up with a plan To get a quarter million in my motherfuckin' hand Break a, break a mouth

Put them on to the game.

Let a nigga hold.

Let a nigga swing.

keep on stacking your bread man it's going down

Thank you for watching.

When I see it, when I see it, it's a damn D-D-M-O-B-D.

Why you bumpin' by the feds?

They don't know me.

Man, could you baby, mama gave me.

Dope key, you know what time it is.

Upstart in the field and homeboys going down in here.

We say a jump fly, all kind of gear.

Yeah, niggas stay tuned.

Bugs on me.

My shine don't gleam.

Youngstunner and a hunter make my mind don't clean, see?

Pitbull, when I scratch I try to bust my nose Pop my collar on the bitch and then I dust my clothes Players get chose, chaser for what?

Come screw a nigga, chasin' these bucks, gettin' money, man Gettin' money, chasin' bucks, fuckin' them replacin' sluts L.O.M.

gang leader, buildin' laws, take it up

It's hard work to cut a bling till I made enough.

I damn sure ain't paid in full, so I ain't paid enough.

I'm still up in the cut, tryna, tryna make it happen.

They say if I can make it trappin', I can make it rappin'.

So I love this paper stackin'.

We'll be right back.

Don't chip, it won't be long, let you gone and back.

We keep it gutter, callin' butter, callin' on the lack.

It's been a little mob style.

Thank you.

Bitch!

Keep on stacking part three, baby.

It's going down.

Oh, no.

Huh?

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never come seen with a hoe-ass nipper.

I'll flip the script.

I'm a hater real quick, man.

This hoe up a motherfuckin' eight, man.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Never come seen with a hoe ass figure.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Keep on saying part three, DJ, I've seen your fool, man.

Big bread, long paper, little Caesar Dilla.

Ridin' on fours, tip.

What you know about it, I could get a game.

But I'ma write a book and sell that motherfucker, man.

Worldwide Night Logo The vocals too Yeah them hoes for sale Ain't nothing for sale

free with me, but the boys, man.

Little nigga tone, so I stand out bold.

Dig, dig long nuts, pick them off the floor.

Money, money, pro.

Po-yo, po-da-fo, and a leader.

And I'm a poor motherfuckin' leader.

Can't go to sleep with no air, man.

Gotta raise hell, but stay about to sell Young, young black man tryna come up with a plan To get a quarter million in my motherfuckin' hand Break a, break a mouth

Put them on to the game.

Let a nigga hold.

Let a nigga swing.

keep on stacking your bread man it's going down

Thank you for watching.

When I see it, when I see it, it's a damn D-D-M-O-B-D.

Why you bumpin' by the feds?

They don't know me.

Man, could you baby, mama gave me.

Dope key, you know what time it is.

Upstart in the field and homeboys going down in here.

We say a jump fly, all kind of gear.