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posse - big kuntry king lyrics

[intro: big kuntry king]
(marvelous j)
i’m rolling with my posse (posse*posse*posse)
i’m rolling with my posse (posse*posse*posse)
i’m rolling with my posse (posse*posse*posse)
i’m rolling with my posse (posse*posse*posse)

[verse 1: big kuntry king]
nah, you can’t stop me, but you could forever hate me
my owners swaggin’ on ’em, man, they can’t take it
i came above the block, moving them paistrips
i always shoot the rock, never pop faking
why y’all getting f*cked, n*gga, what you spend
y’all live like p*ssy, so that’s what y’all get
i got a hundred stacks, that’s just a check
and 40 after 90 days, i ain’t catch this sh*t
ain’t no album out yet, but i ball (but i ball)
throw my side up, n*gga back of off (back of off)
i’m mister cocaine, yes, i be that raw
my squad coming shut your city down like a law
[chorus: big kuntry king]
i’m rolling with my posse, iced out like hockey
you ain’t talkin’ money pimping ‘less you got it boxing
car got no roof, then you know i’m gonna ride it
never catch me slippin’, cause i keep that rocking
throw my side up just to shut your side down
throw my flags up just to shut your flags down
throw my sets up just to shut your set down
boy, you need to stop it, you’re nothing like my posse
i’m rolling with my posse

[verse 2: mac boney]
you know i be with kuntry
so we out the country, f*cking up this money
hoe, you know i’m coming, sucka n*ggas runnin’
step this out the club with the eye by my stomach
boy, you know i exit, cause my cl!ck a classic
n*ggas get their ass kicked and i keep that ratchet
watch i quick i banish, ride in a banquish
racks on top of racks, hoe, we ballin’, so just face it
y’all life i live is sweet, ain’t go ’round me you can taste it
have you n*ggas basic, rappin’ in your bas*m*nt
skitta of the cation, we trappin’ out the nation
a hundred stacks we blow that every year on our vacation

[chorus: big kuntry king]
i’m rolling with my posse, iced out like hockey
you ain’t talkin’ money pimping ‘less you got it boxing
car got no roof, then you know i’m gonna ride it
never catch me slippin’, cause i keep that rocking
throw my side up just to shut your side down
throw my flags up just to shut your flags down
throw my sets up just to shut your set down
boy, you need to stop it, you’re nothing like my posse
i’m rolling with my posse
[verse 3: young la]
my grand hustle people, we cl!cked up your dipple (we be deep)
one for the jipo, keep that on a dilo (oh, no)
ben franklin zeeno, got chip like casino (we got what?)
wordplay phonetic, i k!lled over lingo
the grand hustle posse, you know we grab it (yes, yes)
marshall okiki, we good we co*wrighting (wop)
we k!lled over flavor, murder the swag (what? yeah)
let nis mash up and we walk out we bad (oh, my god)
la 6 pd did spid of veenjays (uhhhh)
atm pocket, they filled over cash
my bag full of gas, galladies of weed
ju told to hid it, we ball overseas

- big kuntry king lyrics

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