Top Songs By The Last Mr. Bigg
Lyrics
(Mr. Bigg excuse me)
Yo what's up what's up
(Listen now that the trial is over and you're out what is your next plan?)
My next plan is to put my pistols up and I'ma let my hair down
(Let your hair down, uh could you define that for me please?)
Well I'ma show these cats how to be a playa
(What is your definition of player, player, player?)
I got long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Ahh, I stepped in the club
I got my hair laid back
Got my cane in my hand wearin slacks and flats
All them hoes looking at me but them niggaz look harder
Got a diamond on my hand bout the size of a quarter
Now if a bitch talk shit I talk shit back
Bitch I got a $3, 500 hat
You like that I know you do
I even get my nails done too
Plus I got a dick like a fuckin mule
Now we can go get some Hen
I can fuck you while my nigga fuck your friend
I know it's a sin
I'm only having fun
I like slinging dick
You like drinking cum
Sang it for me
Long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Now bitch go get it
I'm talkin bout my g's and my mother fuckin chickens
Alabama pimpin and it's best bitch listen
I'm bout to talk some shit cause you all in my kitchen
Thinkin you's a winner cause you cookin me some dinner
Well bitch you got a long way to run
Your pussy too big to be so mother fuckin young
I remember you from grade 6
You was voted most likely to be somebody now you ain't shit
And now you got a bunch of bad ass kids
And all six of they daddies in the fuckin pen
I was voted most likely to end up dead
Now I fuck hoes on $30, 000 beds
Yeah bitch you heard what the fuck I said
I got bad hoes puttin perms in my head
And bitch I don't care
I'll fuck you while you're standing right there
Tell your friends what my name is
Long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Well I'm the fool of the clique
Talk the most shit
Fuck the baddest bitches
Sling the most dick
Yeah bitch I'm rich
Look at my wrist
$20, 000 on my New Year's Eve outfit
Look at the diamonds
Babe ain't they shining
Me and my lil boy mountain climbin
Guess what I done did
Bought a new crib
The last Mr. Bigg got some spoiled ass kids
All in the club
Smokin on the dub
Gettin fucked up
Mayesville what?
So throw your hands in the mother fuckin air
And show some love to a Alabama playa
They call me...
Long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair
I got a pocket full of stones
A bad hoe
Wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit
Mother fucker I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Walk with it Mr. Bigg
Walk with it
Walk with it Mr. Bigg
Walk with it
Walk with it Mr. Bigg
Walk with it
Walk with it Mr. Bigg
Walk with it
I said jump wiith it Mr. Bigg
Jump with it
Jump with it Mr. Bigg
Jump with it
Jump with it Mr. Bigg
Jump with it
Jump with it Mr. Bigg
Jump with it
A long hair
(Pocket full of stones)
I got a bad hoe
(Playin on my phone)
I talk plenty shit
(Plenty shit you stupid bitch)
Everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Writer(s): Donald Ii Pears
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