Big Momma - 380 feat. Cakes Da Killa lyrics
rate meBitches they don’t matter, cause bitches bout chitter chatter
I escalate on these bastards, somebody toss them a ladder
These chickens they just be hawkin, somebody get em a teraflu
While these bitches fronting, big momma knows bitches win this
You will know for fucking niggas and eating this like it’s cables
Scuse me if he on nigga, he lick me like cigorillos
Real hoes out here gonn feel me, cause bitches round here they lazy
I’m drinking hurs and mochinos, while waving out the 380
Action, satisfaction, crime scene men now what happened?
These hoes round here they askin
They hoe right up bitch asking
Happen, shots fired, bullets through his head
Mama crying, her baby dead
Them choppas go bananas, but niggas swing your bandanas
These goofy bitches is bitches, they on some hannah montanas
While loaded, aiming the hammer, kill daddy, auntie and grandma
Big momma lock up the game, ain’t even read the miranda
My cucci tasting like fanta so other faggots can’t stand her
I stay with a couple couples but niggas don’t call me santa
These other bitches is funny, they money so mc hammer
I’m coping this steady rocking and then your coke made up ...
My niggas so rapture ready, your niggas so fucking pety
Come softer than fucking teddies, I’m sharper than a machete
The bullets know I ain’t stripping, but steady throwing confetti
You niggas know I’m a problem, that’s word to my auntie remi
My flow is so fucking endless, these other niggas should dead it
My swagger so presidential, my windows already tinted
He beat to eat the cake, makes that lil nigga pray for it
A bad bitch will make these lil niggas wait for it
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
All these people waiting on me
Faggots steady hating on me
Couple niggas bankin on me
Keep a tray plankin on me
What’s the deal, why y’all faggots throwing shots nigga
Keep it cute before your ass get got nigga.
