No introductions needed boy just call me the undefeated (Big) And underneath this Georgia dry I know I can't be seen with (Bigger) Bifocals because my vocals are classic Like Coca Cola when they had cocaine in the package I meant to say blow in the ingredients I went to the mall today and all the niggas had on smediums Little bitty ass clothes Like Dancing with the Stars without the judges or the dance flo' (Oh) And niggas don't dance no more, all they do is this Beef it up, call me venus fly trap, waiting on fly emcees to eat 'em up I'm fly as I can be, them weak as fuck And ain't no keeping up, I'm balls deep and them ain't deep enough Fat stacks nigga, Cadillac killer, cataract prescription filler I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels A connoisseur of cannabis and from Atlanta bitch We never shop with strangers, no matter what strain they slanging Some of the game rules done changed Niggas is out here talking like a cockatoo to a cop or two Now they watching you and yo mama too, bird's eye view, view
Uh, I'm getting blowed on the regular Riding and talking dirty on my cellular Playa I got some young girls that'll sell you some And if you my homeboy, she gon' give you some And it's all for the paper but she still gon' come You dipping in the cookie jar and now you're sprung I'll have you tripping like you smoking furl Playa my hoes don't talk, anybody gon' tell yo girl
Okay, now niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip 'Cause they pussy wasn't hitting and they lip was super sloppy Suck a, duck a mothafucka, rims chop with brains a sloppy Want my money corner pocket, plenty game ho Sop it like a biscuit, King of Diamonds, king of tricking, what's the difference Got it popping like a skillet with some chicken grease in it Country boy, I'm country raised, from the belly to the grave Roll the Benz nobody tripping cause the money already made, Krizzle
'Nd hater all the time, I got haters in my biz Talking 'bout the trill but don't know what the fuck it is Mothafuckas nowadays are seriously sorry Thinking that the key to life is putting your business on Maury You say you rocking Mauri but that motherfucker Rockport Always talking 'bout you bust it, but your Glock short I know the truth so ain't no need in your lying Bullshit ain't working, ain't no need in your trying Dying to be the nigga that's spied in the telescope Crime with trilla niggas, put iron to ya belly folks Telling them tall tales, fibs, and humdangers Save it for Jerry caught Steve, or Jerry Spranger Buzzing like a bee, tryna stick me with your stanger You can get the middle (What middle?) the finger Stick it in your ass and let it langer No homo and hit the high note like and R&B singer on promo
Writer/s: CANDICE MONIQUE BUTLER, CHRISTOPHER COE
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
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The lyrics for "Mary, Did You Know?" were written by Christian singer and comedian Mark Lowry, after his pastor asked him to write a Christmas musical for their church. Southern gospel musician Buddy Greene later added music to his words.