Big Papa
This that nigga
Talking that big shit-a
A money get-a
Paint dripping off the swisher
Shoot like a missile
Aim low but I won't miss ya
You think it's simple
Till we come through and light yo temple
I think I'm Simba
Too cold in here, I'll make it blizzard
Big snow like winter
Big frame can't fit in pictures
She wanna whisper
Then blow my high
Like I just dissed her
I won't forget-a
But best believe you don't mean shit-a
I ride official
With a three on me
That shoot like Fisher
There ain't no issue
When niggas talking shit
Like tissues
I might've missed ya
Then cock it back
And shoot ya mental
They think it's simple
Till we come through and pop like pimple
And she like
Big Poppa
I see you blowing big choppas
That's on my momma
I'm aiming for you niggas toppa
You wanna run up?
Till we come through and make ya shut up
Don't want no problem
So move to the left
We don't want drama
Ok Big Poppa
I see you blowing big choppas
That's on my momma
I'm aiming for you niggas toppa
You wanna run up?
Till we come through and make ya shut up
Don't want no problem
So move to the left
Don't want no drama
Look
Big boss I said
Trust but bless
Nonetheless I say
I roll
But I don't give a fuck
I'm straight
Really you could get the fuck
Up out of my way
I'm gone
Just a little nigga
But I'm busy
In the V-Twelve Vizzy
Couple blizzys and a missy
Huh
Dizzy
Huh
Left and ride I swang in the lane
I do what I want
There ain't no changing a thang
She say make it hot
Baby I'm bringing the flame
Big boss
You know how I play
It's in the name
Tell me bout yo grind
What's on yo mind
Cuz I don't mind
And I'm on mine
And I'm on you
So if you cool
Then hit my line
And she like
Big Poppa
I see you blowing big choppas
That's on my momma
I'm aiming for you niggas toppa
You wanna run up?
Till we come through and make ya shut up
Don't want no problem
So move to the left
We don't want drama
Ok Big Poppa
I see you blowing big choppas
That's on my momma
I'm aiming for you niggas toppa
You wanna run up?
Till we come through and make ya shut up
Don't want no problem
So move to the left
Don't want no drama
Talking that big shit-a
A money get-a
Paint dripping off the swisher
Shoot like a missile
Aim low but I won't miss ya
You think it's simple
Till we come through and light yo temple
I think I'm Simba
Too cold in here, I'll make it blizzard
Big snow like winter
Big frame can't fit in pictures
She wanna whisper
Then blow my high
Like I just dissed her
I won't forget-a
But best believe you don't mean shit-a
I ride official
With a three on me
That shoot like Fisher
There ain't no issue
When niggas talking shit
Like tissues
I might've missed ya
Then cock it back
And shoot ya mental
They think it's simple
Till we come through and pop like pimple
And she like
Big Poppa
I see you blowing big choppas
That's on my momma
I'm aiming for you niggas toppa
You wanna run up?
Till we come through and make ya shut up
Don't want no problem
So move to the left
We don't want drama
Ok Big Poppa
I see you blowing big choppas
That's on my momma
I'm aiming for you niggas toppa
You wanna run up?
Till we come through and make ya shut up
Don't want no problem
So move to the left
Don't want no drama
Look
Big boss I said
Trust but bless
Nonetheless I say
I roll
But I don't give a fuck
I'm straight
Really you could get the fuck
Up out of my way
I'm gone
Just a little nigga
But I'm busy
In the V-Twelve Vizzy
Couple blizzys and a missy
Huh
Dizzy
Huh
Left and ride I swang in the lane
I do what I want
There ain't no changing a thang
She say make it hot
Baby I'm bringing the flame
Big boss
You know how I play
It's in the name
Tell me bout yo grind
What's on yo mind
Cuz I don't mind
And I'm on mine
And I'm on you
So if you cool
Then hit my line
And she like
Big Poppa
I see you blowing big choppas
That's on my momma
I'm aiming for you niggas toppa
You wanna run up?
Till we come through and make ya shut up
Don't want no problem
So move to the left
We don't want drama
Ok Big Poppa
I see you blowing big choppas
That's on my momma
I'm aiming for you niggas toppa
You wanna run up?
Till we come through and make ya shut up
Don't want no problem
So move to the left
Don't want no drama
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Writer(s): Brandon Layne
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