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Beelow - Big Body lyrics
f/ Juvenile [Chorus: Beelow] Big bodies, them big bodies What you playin in, them big bodies Them big bodies What you flossin in, them big bodies Them big bodies What you thuggin in, them big bodies Them big bodies [Beelow] You like them woodgrain Suburbans on them 20 inch mo's Say you ballin out of control and you be shinin like gold Like a fresh 9-9 on some Lorenzo's Candy paint with the kit behind the mirror gettin blowed How you do it my niggas out the B.R.C. Pushin weight, makin cake, takin over the street Got a Rolie on my wrist that'll blind ya fawl For everyday of the week I got a brand new car Drop it all and run and tell yo bitch what you saw Beelow layin it down like a superstar Clown nigga, grab yo piece and I'll be quicker to draw Ballin clique thugged out and we be bout to go off In them [Chorus] [Juvenile] What was you thinkin bout my nigga when you say what you said You must feel like that you a dog and I cant touch yo head It ain't nothin you can say to me that'll make me afraid I done fought wit niggas like you, everyone of 'em dead I done fucked some of the baddest hoes shawty done made Put the dick on the bitch like I can't just walk on away Can you picture a nigga holdin my dick on the cover of Blaze Number one spotted on your radio for 70 days Throw a concert in the SuperDome and pack it like MAZE Cash Money put it together so I'm finally paid We was tied up in the ???, now we runnin away Niggas aint gon' shut us up wit gatlin guns in our face And we gon' keep these bitches asses shakin up in the place Drink everything we pay for 'cause aint nothin to waste Oh, ya'll niggas 'bout ya issue, I know ya'll can relate I'm tryin to lace you wit this game so that all of ya'll can be straight [Chorus] [Beelow] Now I'ma run it for my playas in that BRC Thugged out, straight flossin in them big bodies We paper chasers, slangin weighters , all we want is the cheese Down south takin over is off the heezie I say black Navies, Suburbans, LX450's Leather seats, V.C.'s, wit 4 TV's Layin it down when I clown and I hit yo street Yo baby mama and yo kids payin 'tention to me Beelow ak'n bad, layin it down, flossed up Straight ridin through the ward in a fresh Lexus truck I'm ak'n bad like I told ya And if you don't have a big body then pullover 20 inch shells on the bird, that's how we roll brah My ballin clique is layin it down like some soljas Now talk that shit and bring the heat if you got beef And you will find that you never gonna cross me I'm tearin it down wit a rush when I come through And if you not flossin big bodies then it's on you [Chorus] [Beelow] Now I'ma run it for my playas in that BRC Thugged out, straight flossin in them big bodies Paper chasers, slangin weight, all we want is the cheese Down south takin over is off the heezie I'ma run in it for my playas in that BRC Thugged out, straight flossin in them big bodies Paper chasers, slangin weight, all we want is the cheese Down south takin over is off the heezie [Juvenile 'til fade] Niggas ridin big bodies We done did that |
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