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bia bia - d-lo lyrics

[intro]
ah
big sh-t, big guns, thick b-tch, uh
ah, ah, ah, ah

[chorus]
big sh-t, big guns, thick b-tch, big buns
big bag, blue huns, big what?
big stick, big house, big chain, big chopper
big bullet, big hole through your motherf-ckin’ brain
that’s on the gang, ayy
that’s on the gang, ayy (that’s on the gang, ayy)
ever since my brother died, i ain’t never been the same
bia’, bia’, bia’, bia’
you a b-tch if you broke, go get a bag
bia’, bia’, bia’, bia’
if you scared, go to church, ayy, i’m all in her purse, ayy (d-lo, ayy)

[verse 1]
pull up on your block
hands out the window throwin’ my gang up
b-tch, i’m pitching .223’s
from the mound, get hit with changeup
i got two b-tches ridin’ with me, popped a n-gg-, now they my witnesses
well baby ain’t got no -ss, want me to buy her one, she sick of this
embarr-ssing
how the f-ck you ain’t got no money? that’s ridiculous
the money make me c-m so b-tch you ain’t gettin’ no d-ck in here
you f-ck with sucker n-gg-s, b-tch, but i don’t give a f-ck about that sh-t
i’ma give you these backshots, b-tch, come suck a n-gg- d-ck
been smoking weed since i was knee-high
bia’, bia’, you a b-tch
how the f-ck you ain’t a snitch when you hangin’ with a snitch?
they ain’t feeling me
white b-tch and black b-tch, i call ’em patrennessy
adderall and percocet, f-ck it, put a pill in me
big bankroll, i be out-trappin’ my hoes
out of state with weed, my scammer b-tch got the pros
them atlanta n-gg-s, they know
ask them memphis n-gg-s ’bout lo
b-tch, i’m tapped in
big mac-11, f-ck a mac-10

[verse 2]
are you scared, n-gg-? are you scared?
why you actin’ like a b-tch? n-gg-, you scared
everybody started whispering brody got hit in his head
ain’t no resuscitation, can’t bring him back from the dead, yeah
police pull me over, i’m puttin’ my pistol in her purse
when i used to sell dope i couldn’t wait until the first
my n-gg-s coming to get you depending on where you stay
with a drakey and baby k, me, lil burger, and baby j
knock three b-tches, if they don’t pay, they don’t stay, on the b
.223, big gun, leave a n-gg- up in the street
swear to god i got b-tches, i don’t pay them hoes attention
even though i’m michael jordan, i’d rather be like scottie pippen
they can’t f-ck with me, swear to god i got gas, free m-a-c
they f-ckin’ up the game, lettin’ b-tches choose without a fee
big house with a big booty on my big couch
gettin’ head from a b-tch with a big mouth

- d lo lyrics

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