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Big dawg, my circumference is full of those I'm uncomfortable 'round these hoes 'cause I know they gave 'em the drop My dawg facin' murder, they think I gave him the chop Paid attorney service, they think I gave him the guap I'm a fella, baby And we confirmed the allegations, niggas tellin', baby It ain't a time the suckers died and we ain't celebrated We'll have 'em section off your section likе it's segregated Ayy, hеavy doses when indulgin' in the medication, medicated Ayy, how it's millions in his bank and he uneducated? You better not pull up to mi casa without no reservation Blind niggas lead the blind without no destination I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin' And then I got a text from brother like the check was callin' We hecksa ballin', nigga hecksa hella extra ballin' It's HGM until I'm tortured, I'ma rep regardless Yeah, we gon' step regardless I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin' My youngin died eleventh grade, ain't get a chance to ball him We gon' pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up And never speak his name in vain if you gon' blow it up I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin' My youngin died eleventh grade, ain't get a chance to ball him We gon' pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up And never speak his name in vain if you gon' blow it up Songtexte Uh, demonic behavior, it's hard to savor Switchin' jerseys in the fourth quarter on us, them niggas traitors If he don't bet the fader, we gon' strip him for his paper Duckin' off in Vegas with a mansion by the Raiders The fallen ain't forgotten, I'ma bee you niggas later Yeah, youngin 'nem forever in my favor 40 with the laser, HGM leather blazer Multi-million dollar neighbors, throw the sixes on the scraper (Ah) Miss me with the hatin', I got guala on the menu Niggas holler 4th, but I'm for surely that ain't in you Ayy, call me for the kill 'cause that's the type of shit I'm into You ain't cook nobody when you caught him, you was fin' to Fella in my trenches, niggas treat me like the Big U, on God We ain't drivin' by, we finna skid through You just see the shine and don't acknowledge what we been through I tell 'em all the time, "Your time comin' if it's meant to," on God I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin' My youngin died eleventh grade, ain't get a chance to ball him We gon' pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up And never speak his name in vain if you gon' blow it up I press ignore and I ain't answer, I think death was callin' My youngin died eleventh grade, ain't get a chance to ball him We gon' pop these bottles for him, lift your Rollies up And never speak his name in vain if you gon' blow it up (This is Jay P Bangz) Aus Songtexte Mania