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big ole facts - yella beezy lyrics

[intro]
shun on da beat
yeah
and when i tell you somethin’, them actual facts though, you understand?
them big old facts to be exact, you know what i’m sayin’?
when a n-gga speak on this street sh-t and everything i do, man
how i live, man, them big old facts, man
nothin’ fabricated, you understand
when a n-gga tell you that yella had that sack, that’s big old facts
shun on da beat
and that’s big old facts

[chorus]
say you got a problem, these n-ggas don’t want no smoke
that’s big old facts
n-gga ’bout sixty thousand dollars every time i score
that’s big old facts
get-get to the money ’til a n-gga can’t get no more
that’s big old facts
didn’t have dope, chop it up and sold some soap
that’s big old facts
n-gga stayed ten toes down off in these streets
that’s big old facts
bought a long table so me and my n-ggas can eat
that’s big old facts
i’m on my sh-t, that’s why n-ggas hate on me
that’s big old facts
big glock forty if a n-gga try to play with me
that’s big old facts

[verse 1]
hey, big old facts
come through servin’ in a big old ‘lac
nothin’ in my pants but a big old strap
say i wasn’t gettin’ money, that’s some big old cap
serve you this bottle, gotta get on back
traphouse boomin’ with some big old sacks
nine fifty for an ounce, that’s some big old tax
want some juice, one fifty for a big stack
got my trap boomin’ with some big old slap
you ain’t livin’ that life, that’s some big old rap
n-ggas snoozin’ on me, took a big old nap
watch me sh-t on these n-ggas, took a big old cr-p
all in my dm’s, let me get on snap
baby bowlegged, stand with a big old gap
n-gga tryna think who i’ma sh-t on now
you ain’t on my level, need to sit on down
hey, all eyes on me
whatever b-tch you got, say i got about three
no gas on me baby, why? ’cause i’m on e
if it’s steam in the air, got the iron on me
every other day, n-ggas lyin’ on me
n-gga tellin’, tryna come and drop a dime on me
b-tch, elliot will come put the nine on me
i’ma beat that p-ssy like rashawn with me

[verse 2]
hey, i promise i’m, spittin’ actual factual
your n-gga, he average, what he do impractical
i’ma k!ll that p-ssy just like a m-ssacre
lil’ baby too skinny, her -ss is not fat enough
don’t know that b-tch, radical
come let me savage you
dive in that p-ssy, then i start to grab on you
when i start to beat it, that’s when she grew -ss on her
come to my house, you better have that sack on you
every day that i wake up
i’ma go grind and go get me some paper
you don’t want no smoke so you n-ggas some vapors
smoke me a n-gga just like he a vapor
you n-ggas some haters, why is you haters?
you can’t go buy it ’cause i got a tailor
i don’t throw salt ’cause i am a player
snake -ss n-gga but i am a gator
you a g-shock and i am a jacob
baby, you an inmate and i am a bailiff
you ocean wet, baby, and i am a sailor
she love gettin’ d-cked down, and i am a slayer
put in that work, ’til your neck hurt
n-gga playin’, get put on that shirt
check out my footwork, i got footwork
she say she like pain, well this that good hurt

[outro]
shun on da beat

- yella beezy lyrics

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