Key Glock - BIG 5 (Lyrics) @hiphoprnblyrics1

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Key Glock - BIG 5 (Lyrics)

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
Oh shit, here we go again
Whew, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm him, big five (Five)
Got rich and I still might slide (Fah, fah, fah; Let's go)
Bottega pants cost me a dime (Dime)
Lil' mama so bad, she a dime (Hmm)
Sippin codeine, she drinking wine
Cutthroat, play it cool, play it fine (Cutthroath)
Told bro what's yours ain't mines (Ay)
I'ma stand on business everytime (Yeah)

[Verse]
Better know I don't play about mine
They on go, won't stop 'til they get you
Crop his ass out 'cause he don't get the picture
My heart cold like a DQ Blizzard (Cold)
My baby girl know she ain't waiting to Christmas (No)
Daddy gon' gеt that shit right now (Right now)
She got some on the way to hеr right now (Right now)
I've never been a sucker, can't be what not
Too turned up can't turn me down
Married to money, no bitch come between (Whew)
I keep that shit on, so fresh and so clean (Whew, whew, whew)
That ass 'bout to pop out the back of her jeans (Yeah)
Lil' mama hop on top and make a scene (yeah), yeah, she ready to ride
I’m locked and loaded, suggest you don't try it (Don't try it)
They say I’m that nigga, you they ain't lying

[Chorus]
I'm him, big five (Five)
Got rich and I still might slide (Fah, fah, fah; Yeah)
Bottega pants cost me a dime (Dime)
Lil' mama so bad, she a dime (Bitch)
Sippin codeine, she drinking wine (Yeah)
Cutthroat, play it cool, play it fine (Cutthroat)
Told bro what's yours ain't mines (Ay)
I'ma stand on business every time (Yeah, The Fuck?)
I'm him, big five (Five)
Got rich and I still might slide (Fah, fah, fah; Yeah)
Bottega pants cost me a dime (Dime)
Lil' mama so bad, she a dime (Yeah)
Sippin codeine, she drinking wine (Yeah)
Cutthroat, play it cool, play it fine (Cutthroat)
Told bro what's yours ain't mines (Ay)
I'ma stand on business every time (Yeah, The Fuck?)

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