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By popular demand In the motherfuckin streets Big Homie Scream With Big Homie Flock brind you Roaches to Rolex Yall motherfuckers ready? The trap hot, it's on fire Be the rap nigga like a busy bee play I run my hood, no marathon Took off for a minute now I'm back on That bas bigger, my dreads longer My niggas rhythm, my weed stronger Smoking that pack, that body builder Money talks, I don't fuckin hear you You ain't dressed, you ain't got swag You a walking label, you a signed artist Got my own label, fuck these niggas With they middle fingers I'mma die rich in the game bangin so it's fuck the prison When critics say I ain't talkin money I keep 1k, them niggas transform to my old ways Keep black doors on me like OJ I'm turnt up off no drugs You turned down, you getting no love SongtexteLove the energy so I'm in the crowd Actin wild They know I go hard, bitch I'm good with yall One phone call, send them killas at you That speed dial, Always visit 10 years, at the same time Joey beat his murder trial Always be the cal, that's upon the soldiers Still collecting opinions, I'm a humbled nigga Never join forces, make my own way I keep cake, no birthday Fuckin off they competition I ain't lemonade Follow street laws, don't litigate I delegate, you follow I'm on my own shit, you borrow Last nigga try to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill That's real shit Big Homie Flock Squad Aus Songtexte Mania