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8 ball - big flame 8 lyrics

[intro: big flame 8]
oh, joe did this one
okay, okay, okay (cheers)
i won’t change for sh*t
and i tie my shoes up, will not trip ’bout a b*tch
it’s enough, he actin’, ayy

[verse 1: big flame 8]
okay, again i say, i will not change for sh*t
and i tie my shoes up, will not trip ’bout a b*tch
oh, it’s enough, he actin’ tough, pass shots out like a fifth
i glued my foot to that gas, ain’t tryna stop for sh*t
you can’t even pay for my b*tch, ain’t got enough expenses
is he a shooter, or a k!ller? you got to know the difference
baby, i be tryin’ to mind my business, i don’t know them n*ggas
all these drugs, if i die, i don’t think they want my kidneys
all these n*ggas kitty, b*tches, they just good for b*tchin’
f*ck the ‘net, boy, log offline and go hop on your businеss
milly your block with chops, i’m on feet now, i was out the window
b*tch, don’t touch me, most you doin’ is givin’ my d*ck a hickey
uh, uh, uh
f*ck is that, b*tch? my wholе city wicked
y’all is not steppers, y’all whole crew full of paralyzed b*tches
b*tch, now, where did i go wrong?
i had nfl dreams, but thirteen, i was runnin’ in homes
god can be my witness, your sh*t unlocked and you wasn’t at home
son, how the f*ck you get all them d*mn shoes, these from my bros, uh
that’s what i told her, devil on my shoulder
i ain’t livin’ right, hug ray ray tight when i hold her
mama baby hold his own, i’m thuggin’ how i’m ‘posed to
before you run off, i’m gon’ walk up, thought i told you
[verse 2: doe boy]
bop, bop, uh (think i’m playin’?)
i thought i told you (oh, really?)
‘fore you run off, i’m gon’ walk up, thought i told you
you better run forrest, run forrest, run (run)
b*tch, i thought i told you, we in them mini vans with drums
if i said it, then i mean it if that sh*t came off my tongue
this sh*t personal, ‘fore i k!ll him, take off my mask and my gloves, n*gga (think i’m playin’)
seen him on a remembrance page, “ah,” i just shrugged, n*gga (haha)
scrolled past, but really wanted to comment, “f*ck that f*ck n*gga” (oh, really?)
then i called the n*gga who put him on there, like “what up, n*gga?” (nah, for real)
say we rappers, like the opps, don’t know n*ggas, we touch n*ggas
shoot anywhere, i don’t care, rapper who? rapper where?
stepped in givenchy, black air force activity, don’t make grab a pair (think i’m playin’)
why you say you shot at me? you see me, you clapped the air (fool)
know i rep that bird, but sorry, i’m not up there, it’s stuck there (let’s go)
uh, play, i up the k, dump and spray
now i’m up up the way, making jokes with ray (hahaha)
laughing at that p*ssy boy ’bout how he tried to run away (fool)
he tried to run away, but he couldn’t get away (with his dumb ass)
b*tch

[outro: doe boy]
big doe beezy
oh, really?

- big flame 8 lyrics

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