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mia - the big homie lyrics

[intro: the big homie]
(d*mn, tye, you made this b*tch too?)
(mia jay c)
yop
worry ’bout it, don’t even worry ’bout me
hmm, ’cause i’m a certified tweaker
n*gga a certified tweaker

[verse 1: the big homie]
i done turned my back and n*ggas stabbed me, huh, knew that sh*t was gon’ happen
should’ve upped and start blastin’, but still don’t give no passes
cuz done got ’em gone, that sh*t like magic, huh, i wonder what happened
long story short, them n*ggas lackers, worry ’bout it, huh
bro we up score, n*gga, chill out then, he still tryna get out in the field
got three yops in case one jam, ridin’ fishbowl tryna catch a salе
whole time, n*gga duckin’, dodgin’ me, huh, n*gga can’t duck thеse bullets
huh (no), n*gga can’t duck no fully
huh, yop, all my n*ggas some bullies (hmm)

[verse 2: diddy da don & ybn lil bro]
mhm
i tried to shoot first, you know taytay, he a ballhog
hit her off that perc’, ain’t no work, made her call off
the ho asked me what i’m worth, an m if i round off
b*tch, i’m just a certified stepper who became a boss
every time a n*gga say my name, i go make ’em talk
i shouldn’t’ve let that p*ssy live, d*mn, but he can’t even walk
been sittin’ on a n*gga crib for twenty minutes, he finally pulled up
hop out, give him fifty bucks, but that was not enough
we want all them n*ggas’ blood (h*ll yeah, yup)
[verse 3: ybn lil bro]
i know what i did, i ain’t tryna talk
can’t believe what i saw
miss my n*gga, but don’t worry ’bout it, knock his ass off
bro’nem got them fast*ass cars, we f*ck bad broads
been had jaws
ten toes, get me in that b*tch, i’ma stand tall
i’m a f*ckin’ beast

[verse 4: gmo stax]
you know the hook can’t f*ck with me
chopper push him up the street
f*ck them n*ggas up the street
they know that it’s up with me
b*tches double dutchin’, tryna peep
i don’t like this opp pack, you can taste his dirty ass all in this f*ckin’ weed
and this sh*t came with seeds
when you see me, cop a plea
see you out, you coppin’ pleas
b*tch my number*one fan, she like the way i style on beats

[verse 5: the big homie]
long live the mafia
i can’t do sh*t for no b*tch, go ask your spouse or somethin’
sh*t, i’m quick to kick a b*tch out my pad, better set the play or somethin’
b*tch, i’m beefin’ with your cousin, tried to k!ll him, he’s with your brother
i can’t think, too much sh*t on my mind, the drugs gettin’ to me
i can’t ride with thirty shots, i need at least a hundred and fifty
[outro: the big homie]
don’t worry about it, n*gga

- the big homie lyrics

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