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zero to sixty - big homiie g lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, spen)
(hitz files, bring that smoke)

[chorus]
woah, i ain’t hear that sh*t when i had nothin’, now they love me all of a sudden
she keep threatenin’ me she gon’ leave, i’m like, “go ‘head, b*tch, we done”
you never gon’ find no n*gga like me, i’m like, “go ‘head, b*tch, be dumb”
i ain’t gon’ stress, i smoke the best, this gumbo k!ll a n*gga lungs
used to wear my heart in my chest, now it’s on my arm (arm)
we used to f*ck without no rubbers, girl, you d*mn near had my son
no, i won’t chase a b*tch, i’ll do the opposite, go and get another b*tch
turn her up, now she lit (up), i can’t get the ho off my d*ck (no)

[verse]
she done made the blogs with me (with me)
they don’t know her name, they just know she pretty (she fine)
i done suffered so much (so much), she went and put big homiie g on her tittie (she did)
i told her, “go, boo, know whatever you do coo, you know i’m with it”
if i really love you, if i got some feeling for you, you know i’d admit it
i won’t get caught up around the city
she want the day, can’t be nowhere in memphis
she want me to cuff her, gotta know if she with it
she takin’ a risk or the b*tch just risky, she gotta move when i say move
she gotta show me she know what she doin’, she gotta show me she standin’ on business
she gotta show me she standin’ on business, she gotta show me that she gon’ ride with me
she gotta show me (she gotta, she gotta show me)
she gotta show me she on what i’m on, she gotta know whenever i call
don’t miss it, bae, pull out the phone
[chorus]
woah, i ain’t hear that sh*t when i had nothin’, now they love me all of a sudden
she keep threatenin’ me she gon’ leave, i’m like, “go ‘head, b*tch, we done”
you never gon’ find no n*gga like me, i’m like, “go ‘head, b*tch, be dumb”
i ain’t gon’ stress, i smoke the best, this gumbo k!ll a n*gga lungs
used to wear my heart in my chest, now it’s on my arm (arm)
we used to f*ck without no rubbers, girl, you d*mn near had my son
no, i won’t chase a b*tch, i’ll do the opposite, go and get another b*tch
turn her up, now she lit, i can’t get the ho off my d*ck

[outro]
with her, we gon’ make a fl!ck, send it next to the b*tch, now she sick, that’s for sure, haha
watch it, watch it
make a fl!ck with the b*tch, send it to the next b*tch, now she sick, that’s for sure, n*gga

- big homiie g lyrics

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