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[Chorus: Beelow]
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Big bodies, them big bodies
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What you playin in, them big bodies
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Them big bodies
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What you flossin in, them big bodies
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Them big bodies
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What you thuggin in, them big bodies
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Them big bodies
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[Beelow]
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You like them woodgrain Suburbans on them 20 inch mo's
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Say you ballin out of control and you be shinin like gold
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Like a fresh 9-9 on some Lorenzo's
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Candy paint with the kit behind the mirror gettin blowed
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How you do it my niggas out the B.R.C.
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Pushin weight, makin cake, takin over the street
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Got a Rolie on my wrist that'll blind ya fawl
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For everyday of the week I got a brand new car
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Drop it all and run and tell yo bitch what you saw
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Beelow layin it down like a superstar
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Clown nigga, grab yo piece and I'll be quicker to draw
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Ballin clique thugged out and we be bout to go off
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In them
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile]
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What was you thinkin bout my nigga when you say what you said
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You must feel like that you a dog and I cant touch yo head
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It ain't nothin you can say to me that'll make me afraid
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I done fought wit niggas like you, everyone of 'em dead
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I done fucked some of the baddest hoes shawty done made
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Put the dick on the bitch like I can't just walk on away
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Can you picture a nigga holdin my dick on the cover of Blaze
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Number one spotted on your radio for 70 days
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Throw a concert in the SuperDome and pack it like MAZE
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Cash Money put it together so I'm finally paid
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We was tied up in the ???, now we runnin away
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Niggas aint gon' shut us up wit gatlin guns in our face
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And we gon' keep these bitches asses shakin up in the place
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Drink everything we pay for 'cause aint nothin to waste
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Oh, ya'll niggas 'bout ya issue, I know ya'll can relate
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I'm tryin to lace you wit this game so that all of ya'll can be straight
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[Chorus]
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[Beelow]
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Now I'ma run it for my playas in that BRC
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Thugged out, straight flossin in them big bodies
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We paper chasers, slangin weighters , all we want is the cheese
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Down south takin over is off the heezie
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I say black Navies, Suburbans, LX450's
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Leather seats, V.C.'s, wit 4 TV's
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Layin it down when I clown and I hit yo street
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Yo baby mama and yo kids payin 'tention to me
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Beelow ak'n bad, layin it down, flossed up
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Straight ridin through the ward in a fresh Lexus truck
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I'm ak'n bad like I told ya
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And if you don't have a big body then pullover
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20 inch shells on the bird, that's how we roll brah
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My ballin clique is layin it down like some soljas
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Now talk that shit and bring the heat if you got beef
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And you will find that you never gonna cross me
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I'm tearin it down wit a rush when I come through
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And if you not flossin big bodies then it's on you
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[Chorus]
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[Beelow]
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Now I'ma run it for my playas in that BRC
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Thugged out, straight flossin in them big bodies
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Paper chasers, slangin weight, all we want is the cheese
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Down south takin over is off the heezie
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I'ma run in it for my playas in that BRC
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Thugged out, straight flossin in them big bodies
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Paper chasers, slangin weight, all we want is the cheese
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Down south takin over is off the heezie
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[Juvenile 'til fade]
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Niggas ridin big bodies
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We done did that
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Big Body
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Beelow |