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big arenas - da floataz lyrics

[hook]
wanted benz or beemer’s
perform at big arenas
i prayed for this like every night
i swear lord i’ll clean her (x2)

[verse 1: rappin’ mitch]
ditching school by noontime, cutting off in cutlass
cussing out my mainline, cuzo think i’m bugging
courtney want that courtside, cause i can afford it
all we want is primetime, them hbo’s important
how she say i ain’t change, big chains on like four kinds
different styles and customs, dana dane’s they sun shine
all this came from four rhymes, stop it mitch you bluffing
now we at the top now, we started from the lunch lines
[hook]
wanted benz or beemer’s
perform at big arenas
i prayed for this like every night
i swear lord i’ll clean her (x2)

[verse 2: indeux shabazz]
i remember i was last on the rap sheet
little city trying to give a n*gga rap sheets
fore i was talking them bands it was rap beef
bunch a n*ggas talking god but was capping
oh sh*t i’m the man with the mic in my hand
and chick on my d*ck wanna tell me who’s coming
n*gga still fly when the smoke clears n*gga
let a chicken head tell you motherf*ckers who run it
n*gga i run it, spend four hundred
doing bout a hundred in a whip i’m just stunting
get a old southern girl
in these city lights, you gone bust her, bust like gusher
look at that wrist, b*tch just flooded
carolina hurricane play on my crusted
i’m out this b*tch, grab my luggage
wanted me a jet but i still fly public

[hook]
wanted benz or beemer’s
perform at big arenas
i prayed for this like every night
i swear lord i’ll clean her (x2)
[verse 3: rappin’ mitch]
moon passed, r.i.p. my n*gga hope his folks straight
cut class with reggie f*cking hoes on bro bro birthday
a bus pass and a f*cking dream i believe that’s all our folks gave
i had waves them floaters, one six, one seven, and one eight

[verse 4: indeux shabazz]
cornrows to the back, with a little bit of slack
try to hit a hoe all in my acc
summer time sipping, wood grain gripping
yeah girl say she live in my lap
n*gga ain’t pimping, just love women
diamond cloud linens, cooked in the kitchen
graduation from trapping to shipping

[hook]
wanted benz or beemer’s
perform at big arenas
i prayed for this like every night
i swear lord i’ll clean her (x2)

- da floataz lyrics

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