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big tobacco - mizzle mac lyrics

big tobacco lyrics
i ain’t been worried bout that b*tch, she do the most really
peeped how you scurried passed me quick, thought you was bold, billy?
walked in the lot, you looking hot.. thought you was cold, silly?
must’ve forgot, moms know yo’ pops.. that n*gga told, didn’t he?

i’m a receiver, brought my stick to pull up sack you
we plot on n*ggas kinda sick, like big tobacco
them boys be pulling ‘round them corners, watch that back do’
i’m talking death before dishonor, that’s a fact ho’

play with me.. he moving dumb, he lost his marbles
the nina stretch, it got a neck that spits and gargles
boy i’m a beast, under your bed, sit like a gargoyle
your life on lease, crest on yo’ chest, think you from marvel

glock in my jeans, and boy i know what to do
shoot ‘bout some green, and b*tch it’s never red or blue
bulldog the scene, and i’m not slanging ‘round no pooch
i’m cc clean, and all my friends in head*toe gucc’

get in his psyche, do he really wanna try me?
he scared of mikey? no, he really scared of dying
i’m off a few g’s take a look boy, can’t you tell?
stepped in to louie, here she go nagging.. she think we smell

i ain’t been worried bout that b*tch, she do the most really
peeped how you scurried passed me quick, thought you was bold, billy?
walked in the lot, you looking hot.. thought you was cold, silly?
must’ve forgot, moms know yo’ pops.. that n*gga told, didn’t he?
i’m a receiver, brought my stick to pull up sack you
we plot on n*ggas kinda sick, like big tobacco
them boys be pulling ‘round them corners, watch that back do’
i’m talking death before dishonor, that’s a fact ho’

came in this b*tch with a whole lotta money
hold on, n*gga ain’t sh*t funny
you say what you want, n*gga bet not touch me
glock on my hip, we can get this sh*t jumping

i went from rags to richest
i’m f*cking the baddest
i came from nun
see, i made some bad decisions
i run up some digits
you know i keep running’ it up

brand new coupe go take off
bad lil b*tch, imma nut on her face..
we put them shooters on payroll

whipped in this b*tch, and i tell ‘em let’s get it

shots fired! man down, get hit in him dentist
i tried! tell me how.. you lied, but i ain’t trippin’
put a stick on that glock, we don’t need no witness
while you worried ‘bout me need to mind yo’ b’ness
hold on..
hop out, pop out, b*tch we step on sh*t that n*gga ain’t listen
when i’m in it, i beat off a perk.. 3 hours long as she ain’t finished
if he trip he get put in the dirt, came show them boys we stand on business
i ain’t been worried bout that b*tch, she do the most really
peeped how you scurried passed me quick, thought you was bold, billy?
walked in the lot, you looking hot.. thought you was cold, silly?
must’ve forgot, moms know yo’ pops.. that n*gga told, didn’t he?

- mizzle mac lyrics

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