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rude - the big homie lyrics

[intro]
(mia jay c)
hmm, yop

[verse]
i don’t mean to be rude
but she say i’m so smooth, everything that i do, it just turn around
certified tweaker, you ain’t playin’ that n*gga, turn it down
you think y’all people stealin’ my style? you must want some clout
i buy all my b*tches jimmy choo when they make they daddy proud
n*ggas spooky as h*ll now they heard a n*gga back in town (yop)
i make n*ggas feel like they in h*ll, 5.56s burn ’em down
don’t come around if i can’t do no background check on ’em
every other week, they at a funeral, somebody check on ’em
my chopper tweakin’, then it got to talkin’, wishin’ death on ‘еm
yop, sh*t is kinda funny, n*ggas cliquing up just to get stepped on
nеver sold heroin, but i got a play somewhere in pressin’
yop, n*gga, i could school you
i’m only twenty*one, don’t let it fool you
think i play chess, but i don’t just know how to move
i still love this rap sh*t, scammin’, that’s what got me rich
they want constant heat, every time i drop, they say it’s lit
think i heard the cl!ck, i ain’t done, give me another clip
ain’t no tellin’ when a n*gga time comin’, won’t even notice it (yop)
all he did was punch me in, n*gga, hmm, yop
i can’t write it, probably give it to the cops ’cause they ain’t got no evidence
that’s crazy, hook came before the ambulance, them n*ggas dead
n*ggas commit murders and stoppin’ for the hook, i would’ve fled
she be twerkin’, i be tweakin’, d*mn near ’bout to break the bed
the way she gobble, gobble on the d*ck, it’s goin’ through her head
i don’t mean to be rude
but if you know me really cool
i just can’t trust n*ggas ’cause i done seen a lot
but the type of life a n*gga live, you gotta know it’s do or die
i did my homework, it ain’t gon’ be too long before them n*ggas die
god gave me a gift, so ain’t gon’ be too long before i make it out
city a warzone, so don’t let them n*ggas cap
we up on our side, tell them n*ggas check the stats
i got the ups every time i see an opp, yop, ask ’em that
i don’t mean to be rude, but i don’t sugarcoat or cap
heard he got hit somewhere above his shoulders, them n*ggas tried to overdose him
brodie, give that n*gga a flip like he drownin’ (yop), psych, n*gga, drown him
i don’t mean to be rude, you ain’t no pit, can’t be around me
i can see it from a distance, you ain’t sl!ck, you tryna slime me out
mama got five kids, and out of all of ’em, been a problem child
my b*tches know i’ma f*ck with your brain to see what you on
can you get a lo’? and if you can’t, you ain’t my type, you can be gone
everything i do, i trendset, they tryna follow me
he must don’t think i’m in my mirrors, hit this right, he ’bout to smack a—
yop, i don’t mean to be rude, this just me, n*gga
prices went up, you ain’t got that pape’, ain’t tryna speak, n*gga

- the big homie lyrics

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