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big everything (sped up) - busta rhymes lyrics

[intro: busta rhymes & dababy]
shooter
serious shooter
it’s baby, look

[verse 1: dababy]
i told them n*ggas i was top five when i was underground (yeah)
f*ckin’ model b*tches, give them hoes the runaround (okay, okay)
all i ever knew that girl to be was just a freak ho (a freak)
i’ma let the world think that she a woman now
to go get some cds, i sold n*ggas remix (remix)
i sold this sh*t to any n*gga want a pound
used to wrap ’em fast like i was busta rhymes (huh?)
them n*ggas had ’em thirty*five, i had ’em twenty*nine
every day, a n*gga flip phone ring a hundred times
had a foreign car, big coat ‘fore i wrote a rhyme
buy the car, throw the tint on, and i roll around
yeah, brand new whip, pull a brand new b*tch in it

[verse 2: busta rhymes & dababy]
n*ggas sick when we pull up, you know how we with it
they cop every bottle, get drunk and they spill it all over the place
hold up, watch my shoes
i’m gettin’ plenty money, how ’bout you?
baby, we throw so much bread to the point i’m exhausted (uh*huh)
drinkin’ every bottle ’til a n*gga get nauseous (uh*huh)
hundred b*tches by a n*gga, all of them gorgeous (uh*huh)
hundred thousand on a n*gga, more in the office
hand*pick an eater b*tch, box of chocolates (uh*huh)
beat it, little n*gga, ‘fore i c*ck the taurus (uh*huh)
money growing bigger than a brontosaurus
money i throw at b*tches, cop boxster porsches
get that dough, shorty, get that ho for me (get it)
yeah, shorty, sit that low (uh*huh)
bring it back, girl, go ‘head and put it on a n*gga like
like you tryna get another go (yeah)
n*ggas acting like they throwing money with bosses (uh*huh)
you don’t wanna do that, cut some of your losses (uh*uh)
every single thing about a n*gga enormous
lot of gold on a n*gga and the diamonds is flawless
see, you motherf*ckers could never do the sh*t i be doing
the best that you knew and been shaking and moving
and showing and proving, you know that we chewing and business is booming
don’t come around me playing ’cause i ain’t never fooling with none of you n*ggas (aw, sh*t)
and when i spit, it’s spooky to some of you n*ggas
to tell ’em the truth, see, i ain’t moving with none of you n*ggas
and body sh*t ’til it’s time to be gone, f*ck up the building ’til i leave and i’m done with you n*ggas
[chorus: t*pain]
oh, whole lot of sh*t just to get here
tried to get in, to fit in, to sit here, oh
big money, big dreams, big everything
i been workin’ all day and all night (all night)
everything is alright, oh
big money, big dreams, big everything

[verse 3: busta rhymes & dababy]
yes, we see y’all, and most of you n*ggas is b*b*lls and straight total recalls
you won’t understand this sh*t we on
f*ck around, buy the bar, get your drink on
the owner, he’ll f*ck with me, he let me smoke my lil’ reefer with you
drinkin’ ‘yac and tequila (what you drinking?)
you drinking it straight or you need you some ice? i look like i just walked out the freezer (ice)
oh, she like her sh*t straight, she don’t chase it
b*tch, that ain’t no ice tray, that’s a bracelet
yeah, say she can’t wait to get naked (uh*huh)
do your thing, b*tch, i make you my favorite
she say she won’t eat my d*ck every day, i say no, she gon’ take it (no)
i need a minute now ’cause i’m a millionaire, make n*ggas millionaires
tell i handle business, have the lamborghini spinning out
maybach truck, maybach car, they can’t see in ’cause it’s tinted
can’t see us ’til we drop the window
unrecline the seats, let the tray out, close the curtain and eat, today, we having seabass and spinach
give a f*ck ’bout your image
please do not talk to me until i’m done, n*gga, wait ’til i’m finished
i’ll leave you a blemish
swellin’ all over your face, f*ck it, i’ll make you diminish
use thirty*day tags when you spending
big smile, who the dentist?
i can keep the whole label independent
anything out my mouth that i say, then i motherf*ckin’ did it
b*tch bad like dennis the menace (go)
on a private to venice
f*cked all her friends, left ’em back in new york, making all of ’em jealous
order more sweaters
n*ggas so cold, had to warm ’em up, then i called all of my fellas
the inside every car made of leather (yeah, yeah)
waste the drink, change the car, it’s whatever
while shopping, i copped me some dior and dolce and then i went and copped a couple margielas
i sip from a couple wine cellars
the fans write a couple wild letters
see, i’m a n*gga that’ll always give thanks, i’m friends with a couple bank tellers
they let me skip lines at the bank, they call me mr. kirk
the clerks know that i’m paid, so they flirt (let’s go)
still stay down when you stay down, it hurt
want the change, want the chains, gotta work
locking in, clocking in
on an overnight in your state, i press a b*tton, open up the gate, i’m driving in
n*gga, i ain’t squashing sh*t
f*ck a white flag, it’s a problem right now if we ever had a problem then
ain’t got too much to say ’cause she swallowing
want me to open up the gate, you gotta call it in
she a naughty girl, i pull up on lil’ baby rocking nautica
she begging me to put it on her face, i told her, “not again” (not again)
i go wherever the f*ck i want, it ain’t no signing in (uh*uh)
i do whatever the f*ck i want, don’t like it? try me then
she put my d*ck and both of my b*lls in her mouth and i stand there in disbelief with my hand on my head wondering how she got ’em in (f*ck)
every time we move, you know a n*gga gotta win
we got a bag and every dj n*gga got a spin
when we f*ck up everything in the building, all of a sudden, n*gga got a whole lot again
give me one more line, og, one more line (yeah, n*gga)
you know we drown n*ggas with heat, i hope you know you gotta swim
okay, one more line, just one more line, one more line
despite you know we coming to eat, you know we got up in the gym
[chorus: t*pain]
oh, whole lot of sh*t just to get here
tried to get in, to fit in, to sit here, oh
big money, big dreams, big everything
i been workin’ all day and all night (all night)
everything is alright, oh
big money, big dreams, big everything

- busta rhymes lyrics

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