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Man, man, it's like a man
Peace and chained up ridin' off Peter Pan
I don't give a fuck, no Flake be the man
Chopping, chopping up the block 'cause I'm ridin' off fans
Hold up, dog, I got a partner named Stan
I represent the down South
**** talk down, I bust out they mouth with a grill
Chopping up the block 'cause I'm riding off fans
Hold up, hold up, dog, I got a partner named Stan
Rep-represent the down South
**** talk down, I bust out their mouth with a grill
No, I'm for real
I'ma let these **** know what's the damn deal
Call me, call me "Big Flake", I represent the South
I don't give a damn fuck, ****, fuck mouth
Fuck them, fuck them damn boys, bust out my Taurus
I don't give a damn 'cause you know I'm making noise
Yes I, yes, I gotta keep loud, gots to get crunk
If I'm on the block, you know I gotta wave a trunk
I gotta put up a stereo and turn it loud
I'ma go wreck the whole motherfucking crowd
Yes, yes, I'm Big Flake, I go hard in the paint
When I'm on stage, them hoes just faint
Them hoes goin' crazy, goin' book wild
I've been gettin' crazy since I was a lil' child
Yes, yes, Big Flake, get crunk and what dance
I don't give a damn, I got them ants in my pants
I'ma shake it up and I'ma go to bake it up
It's Big Flake, man, I'ma bake it up
And damn, damn ow-owner, stinging marijuana
All these damn hoes better get the fuck out of
My fucking dick, my jock, I'ma go hit the block
I'm making shit hot, man, I'm not stopping
It's like man, boys, don't feel me
I don't give a damn 'cause, man, these haters wanna kill
All up, all up in the studio, with my boy seen
This money to spend, we throw it in the wind, huh, man
Slamming doors on them Boppas as I roll on choppas
Waving trunk on them poppas, drop the top on the droppa
Hit the bubble like Steve while I drop the bumper kit
In the vocal booth at the basement with big tig
Slam-slamming doors on them Boppas as I roll on choppas
Waving trunk on them poppas, drop the top on the droppa
Hit the bubble, bubble like Steve while I drop the bumper kit
In the vocal booth at the basement with big tig
I'm not needy, I'm not diddy, but your girl wanna get with me
If I came on rap city, I'll still serve a fifty
On TRL with the Carson Daily
Did a track with Jay-Z and it's a fact we stay G
Name, my name is Lil' Bing, I'ma swing, I'ma swing
Dripping candy green in the bubble submarine
Crawled, crawled in the stand, my **** Taz got a Jag
Mr. act bad in the yellow hovercraft
Got a bad broad and she do what I say
With Beyoncé, I'm riding blue over gray
Man, I'm known for wrecking, it's that mess king Latin legend
Rapping like a MAC-11 and with 100.7
The house party, I drank Bacardi
Pop the trunk with the remote next to my Lexus car key
Man, I'm known for wrecking, it's that mess king Latin legend
Rapping like a MAC-11 and with 100.7
The house, the house party, I drank Bacardi
Pop the trunk with the remote next to my Lexus car key
I got a drop top candy blue Ferrari
I could pull bopps if I drove a Harley
Pack a Chrome Berretta under my iceberg sweater
At the Playboy Mansion with huge Hefner
I'm on my grind so you know I'm gonna shine
Bought 9 pounds of pine from high time
Yep, yep, I got heart so I'm climbing on the chart
My diamonds gonna spark on 160 park
I grab the microphone, they gonna say that boy gone
Bringing hits to the ring like that boy, Roy Jones
From page of Rolling Stones and I'm blowing zones
If a **** talk down, then I'ma have to smoke your dome
Put me up against the best and I'm bet I'm gone wreck
Put it down for my set, gangster rhymes for the tec
In the spotlight at Hollywood
The way I break the mic, man, I think I probably could
Hit the big screen and star in a movie
I guess it'll be a porno 'cause you girl all I wanna do
Hit, hit the big screen and star in a movie
I guess it'll be a porno 'cause your girl all I wanna do
Nothing, nothing but them Frank's staying on my paper trails
MTVs, breaking news, lil' Bing be this case
My ride got bass, pack a 9 for you cakes
Get a, get a meal ticket, how many mics will I break?
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