t.m.o. - big dk lyrics
[intro]
look
i got way too many opps, i’ll f*ck around, might not pick
ayy, your b*tch, she starin’ too much, call me milk chocolate, she want a l!ck
7 block (f*ck)
[chorus]
look, i got way too many opps, i’ll f*ck around, might not pick (b*tch)
your b*tch, she starin’ too much, call me milk chocolate, she want a l!ck
i don’t give a f*ck who you is or f*ck what you want, like von, it’s d*ck or d*ck (sh*t, f*ck)
we been in and out cars, a drac’ too large, so i gotta go pick up a nick’, n*gga
look at my wrist, n*gga, two*tone match my fit, n*gga
you keep dissin’ on live, don’t be surprised when you be a hit, n*gga
[verse 1]
press ’til it cl!ck, breeki was tryna eat the d*ck (f*ck)
she said she wanna roll by, i told her, “nah” ’cause she’s not my b*tch, n*gga (not my b*tch)
we in the straight, e*way, barely touch my brake
i want a srt trackhawk jeep on my seventeenth v*day, n*gga
go play it safe, don’t diss me or end up baked
i’m too rich to do a hit, i call lil’ bro to catch your face, n*gga (baow)
bounce out and walkin’ him down ’til a bullet sh*ll stuck in his t**th (f*ck)
he was playin’ on the ‘net, guess he ain’t learned yet, he gon’ die as soon as we meet (d*mn)
yeah, you hide in the house, i seek, and the b*tches love me like chief (chief sosa)
got ho on the phone and wanted to bone, f*ck around, give that b*tch a treat
[chorus]
look, i got way too many opps, i’ll f*ck around, might not pick (b*tch)
your b*tch, she starin’ too much, call me milk chocolate, she want a l!ck
i don’t give a f*ck who you is or f*ck what you want, like von, it’s d*ck or d*ck (f*ck)
we been in and out cars, a drac’ too large, so i gotta go pick up a nick’, n*gga (d*mn)
look at my wrist, n*gga, two*tone match my fit, n*gga
you keep dissin’ on live, don’t be surprised when you be a hit, n*gga (baow)
[verse 2]
i got a 9 ’cause this 10 mil’, it got some kick
i’m gon’ rich in some j’s just to go bounce out in some ricks
they call me mr. crashout, i’m somewhere out west where you can’t be
i rock denim jeans, white shirt with a black ski
i pull up with arp, on my way to go catch a b
i’m like 5’10”, but with this nick’, i’m 6’3″
i’m with 7 block, but i been on the 5 just ’cause i’m me
hold the vest ’cause this ap, i line it up and then i squeeze
your new b*tch is my new eat, i call her up so she could eat (eat, eat, eat)
b*tch, i’m ghostly, i call lil ski to leave blood all on the leaves
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