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big dawg - mo3 lyrics

[intro]
that’s on gang
n*ggas know what the f*ck is up with me, n*gga, i’m at y’all, i’m just like that n*gga
i’m slanging out for real n*gga, that’s on god and jesus and all them n*gga
bg 4l i’m [?] ’em

[verse 1]
lil bro caught a body, don’t know ’bout who shot him
.44 in my pocket, don’t know when it’s [?]
couple of k!llers running with hitters they be mobbin’
there they go, knock that boy out inside
i be ready for them n*ggas who been posted up the block
ready whenever, big desert eagle and a chopper
go get him, don’t let him get out of pocket, i’mma stop him
b*tch, don’t tell him we coming, jump out with them [?], (gang)
’bout it boy, infinite chopper, chop up his body, boy
step on this b*tch like a dinosaur
double up, ar*15, give it a tummy tuck
wrapped up like a mummy, my youngins i hush them up
posted on the block, what the f*ck is up?
law’s on alert, doin’ dirt [?]
hunnid bands stuffed in a bag, got it duffled up
chopped down his partner, he know not to f*ck with us (gang)

[bridge]
this for my partners who be dead and gone
i won’t put no flowers on none of my partners’ headstones
just pulled up with choppers and catch a opp in the red zone
i turn his head to pasta, lasagna, shoot that b*tch legs off (yeah)
[chorus]
i make that chopper dance, let that stick talk (that stick talk, haha)
all these blue diamonds on me but i don’t crip walk (haha)
but i got n*ggas throwing cs behind that brick wall (hahaha)
but all my n*ggas be locking bs, i’m a big dog (yeah)
i’m a big dog, baby, i’m a big dog (that’s on gang)
i’m a big dog, baby, i’m a big dog (that’s on gang, gang)
every time i speak, they sweep they streets, then i can’t [?] (on gang)
soon as they speak on me, iil’ three i creep, then knock their lips off (pow, pow, pow)

[verse 2]
get over [?], we gon’ pull up on him
n*gga cut the lights off, pull up on they corner
partner getting shook down, we gon’ run up on him
pow, pow, pow, pow, knock off his shoulder
rundown on ’em, i can feel it getting closer
four to his back, hit the ground, flip him over
gun jammed, double back, then i stand over him
look him in the face, tell him “you gon’ die” before i dome him (yeah)
whisper, bet i keep a pistol
life on the line, can’t wait ‘fore i hit him
posted outside, gotta take one n*gga
never caught a body, gotta make his momma miss him
jump in the water, piranhas eat a [?]
bg 4l, i ain’t [?] my gorilla
[?], b*tch i’m cutthroat militia
osama, three lives, but move like i’m hitler
[chorus]
i make that chopper dance, let that stick talk (that stick talk, haha)
all these blue diamonds on me but i don’t crip walk (haha)
but i got n*ggas throwing cs behind that brick wall (hahaha)
but all my n*ggas be locking bs, i’m a big dog (yeah)
i’m a big dog, baby, i’m a big dog (that’s on gang)
i’m a big dog, baby, i’m a big dog (that’s on gang, gang)
every time i speak, they sweep they streets, then i can’t [?] (on gang)
soon as they speak on me, iil’ three i creep, then knock their lips off (pow, pow, pow)

- mo3 lyrics

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