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BigXthaPlug
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Xavier Landum
Songwriter:in
Tony Coles Anderson
Songwriter:in
Billy Marvin Smith
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Tony Coles Anderson
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I picked you up when you fell and cut your knee
I told you not to cry and held you close to me (you left me for some)
You don't shit where you live, yeah, I like that better (you left me for some)
One, we can help you (you left me for some)
Two, we can allow to help yourself (you left me for some)
And three, we can have you replaced (you left me for some, Tony Coles), ay
See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
You play and get sent to the devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but turned up off a Perc'
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
You play and get sent to the devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but turned up off a Perc'
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
Ay, bitch, I'm poppin' like corn on a kettle
A lame nigga reach for my chain and get hit with this metal
And first, shit, we on a new levels
I put triple D on my back and my foot on the pedal
I'm chasin' ciabatta the cheddar
I really know Mexicans though, I call all of 'em Hector
We up, you can go check the record
'Cause lately, I really been ballin', I'm feelin' like Steph
Sit back, let me teach you a lesson
You run up on BigXthaPlug and get hit with this weapon
Want the Glock, the AR, or the Wesson?
But I'll still beat yo' bitch ass like it's Marvel and Tekken
Teachers pray every day to the reverend
She know that I'm out on my last and her son been a felon
Think he sweet, put a hole in his melon
And I'll prolly beat the lil' case 'cause we don't do no tellin'
To the laws, I'm somethin' like Helen
These niggas be hoppin' and hollerin', boy, fuck all that yellin'
We 'bout it come, check out my section
Taliban shit, but you know it's 600 I'm reppin'
In my hood, boy, I'm somethin' like a legend
You can't join the gang if you not overshootin' and steppin'
Where he play, that's the same place we left him
Was bein' too extra, I hate that the gang had to stretch him
See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
You play and get sent to the devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but turned up off a Perc'
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
You play and get sent to the devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but turned up off a Perc'
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
Can you remember the rain?
Can you remember the rain?
Writer(s): Marvin Eugene Smith, Xavier Landum, Tony Anderson, Jeremy Brown
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