Big Meech Era

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I think I may have to take it back to like to
10 years ago you know

Big meech era you feel me

Real Real Motivation for a street nigga

Real Real Motivation for a street nigga

Pull up in all color Ferraris
Bitches in Tiaras
If you in here while Im still here
Everybody else starving
Everybody else starring
Shawty got the Mclarian and I had the 7
Pulled up at the Compound clothes smelling like gun powder
Salute to the real niggas and real bitches who got they own bottles
I was snapping before fabo my raps come wit a Halo
Went out with Jeezy we spent pesos like J-bo
Took Es to the 20 grand he got a pistol on him and 20 grand
A couple things I aint glorifying is the kids dying and the mommas dying
Scarface
Everybody need to calm down stand right by your homie side
Gunshots in this motherf**ker turn this bitch into a homie-side
Yeah
Over a million sold they say Im crossing over
Oh yeah the club packed I shouldve brought a rubber
My whole body inked my family hardly know me
You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie I did
Big meech era
Japanese Dinner
Trap in these denim damn
Aint stunting these women naaa
Wood Grain steering wheel I might catch a splinter
If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

Put this shit down that shit still burning

I can smell that moon rock

Trapping off the court on the back porch
I did
Had that pack ordered We was back door
We was nigga
That's that good shit thats that hood shit
We hood
You a cute bitch and your crew thick
I lied
Got a chopper on me the size of pool stick
This long
With a blu davenchy dog food bricks
Heroin
Snowman on repeat Rest In Peace Nando
I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too
When brawl witchu we send them bottles through
We send the marters through
Im on the Carter 2
Like Tyrese was on the Marta too
They start calling too

They starting falling through
Got them chickens boy like a Barbecue
Tell em
Talk to lame niggas something we hardly do
I sip the PJ bottle I rock the AP on them
Okay
I think my rollie harder this an AG PARTY
Over a million sold they say Im crossing over
Oh yeah the club packed I shouldve brought a rubber
My whole body inked my family hardly know me
You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie I did
Big meech era

Japanese Dinner

Trap in these denim
Aint stuntin these women
Wood Grain steering wheel I might catch a splinter
If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

I think we found a winner

A flexing contest I think we found a winner

Pull up in some shorts middle of December