Big Quis - Intro/Star Wars lyrics

rate me

My time about love versus anybody

I’m in the form

Got my little sister ride here

Don’t pop no molly

And I do not dream no damn noody

I have a phone

But I’d rather sell it to you

My jewelry bling for the twinkle of these bitches

Life’s sweet

I’m getting high

I’m with somebody’s wife

My nigga burned his phone up

He needs to get a life

I got robbed once or twice

Streets tech you a lot

So on the third time round

That nigga died popped

Fake niggaz hate me

Real niggaz give me props

And my nigga be sniffing

If I wasn’t rapping

I would be at the beach with you

Fuck you

And I already fucked the bitch you’re with

Oh she hated that way

So I had to take a dough

Shit talking it’s my job

God gave me a gift

I have to rap

The panty shit you’re doing

I did when I was younger

I’m chasing money

I’m not chasing bitches for their number

I’m black

I stack too much paper in this song

I shout with all the shooters

I was on the block

When you showed the bone on that escalade

I’m coming through

If there were living dogs

I bed they wouldn’t remember you

Ask the hoes with no response

How much bread I blew

Watch his buddy blow

Why these other niggaz popped out of the blue?

I ain’t scared of you

I swear I ain’t for no things

Don’t be nice to get shot over this fucking chain

You fuckin’ with all these hoes

So let me start giving some names

But I wouldn’t do that ladies

I ain’t like these other lames

I got the hang of these rappers

When I’m in my zone

I talk shit and make you laugh with everything I’m on

Money ain’t the thing

Don’t let nobody tell my shit into these regions

This is you she’s talking about HSe’s pregnant

What was I thinking?

I really need to slow it down

With all this damn drinking

If she keeps it in her mind

I’mma handle mine

But until I’mma take this test

I’mma say she lied

This pistol is on his ride

Watching for all the haters

All these niggaz take the shit

Like it’s on favors

My ex left me when I was broke

I told her to see her later

The only bitch I take shit from

Is my hair grader

I got to take this paper

I ain’t lyin’

I confess

I’m so ashamed

I ain’t even got a million dollars yet

I’m from the West but niggaz love me

I love Detroit

You nigga lame if you’re trying to lie to me

The bitches are running wild

You need to buy your ass a leash

I fucked with her but she’ll forgive

I fucked the last reef

I stay fly

That’s why I have these bitches on my berks

Set them all

You can trust me

You can take my word

A lot of niggaz came to wimp

But now it’s my turn

Nigga

Where the fuck is my waitress??

I’m trying to spend some money baby

And I ain’t got o patience

It’s a lot of hoes

And I see some niggaz hatin’

Soon as I get my words

I will throw them in their faces

I can get any other bitches that I like

I’m beefin’ with this nigga

And I might fuck his wife

But she likes broke niggaz

So I probably ain’t her type

My boss saw white diamonds in the season

I ain’t playing ball

I am a team player

I got more paper

My neighbor is a doctor

Get away from the muses

And come fuck with some oasis

We all poppin’ bottles

Throwin’ money

Going stu

I wanna have a ball

Offer a nigga and say let’s do it

See you got no ice

I got ice stroke

You better keep that bad bitch from Wi-Fi

And nigga now it’s leading time

I’m in a room full of money

Bunch of white niggaz and some drug dealers

I love my gang

Lookin’ for some bad bitches

That will leave with us

Niggaz busy cause they have their wives in my suit