Текст песни Beelow f Juvenile, Thug Addict - Big Body (Remix)
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* a re-issue of the original "Ballin` 4 Billions"[Beelow]What? What? What?Off top, we flossin`...Down South, off top,Beelow check this out...Remix...wha?Chorus [Beelow]:Big Bodies, them big bodies what`cha playin` in?Them Big Bodies, big bodies, what`cha thuggin` in?Big bodies, them big bodies, what`cha flossin` in?Big bodies, them big bodiesFirst Verse [Beelow, Thug Addict, Juvenile]:[Beelow]Whoa na, Wootay that`s me,Ridin` fly in all types of rides in the big body,I`m layin` it down with my rounds, like my dog B,We flossed out with the ice in the ES-3,The six-hundred got a clip sittin` on chrome, brah,Window tent, leather seats, with the phone, brah,Gimme a pop through the city and it`s on, brah,Best believe might take her home and wet her down, brah,We paid hustlas in this game tryin` to make a mil,Have a house on the hill and sit back and chill,Cuz down South them boys they be bout that scrilla,Say we hustlin` in this game to clock seven figures,Reala, what?Now I`ma run it to my playas in that B.R.C.,Thugged out, straight flossin` in them big bodies,We paper chasin`, slangin` weight cuz all we want is the cheese,Down South takin` over it`s off the heezie,I`ma run it through my playas in that B.R.C.,Thugged out, straight flossin` in them big bodies,We paper chasin`, slangin` weight cuz all we want is the cheese,Down South takin` over it`s off the heezie,[Thug Addict]Hunh,I got TWENTY BIG BODY CARS,WITH TWENTY BIG BODY BROADS,TWENTY BIG BODY TRUCKS,TALKIN` BOUT BIG BODY YARDS,Pushin` Lexus GS`s, Impala SS`s,Navigators, 4runner`s,Expeditions and hummers,Got the bounce in my car,Trunk nothin` but raw,I GOT THE BIGFOOT TRUCK WITH THE SHOCKS AND ALL,T.V., C.D., with the DVD,I got EVERYBODY OUT`CHEA WANNA RIDE WITH MESkkkkkerrttt, burn rubber on the highway with me,I`m doin` eighty on that ass as I mash the gas,I run over everything on the floor if you don`t let me pass,I`ma bulldoze through, like a Gangsta Mac,Say what?Them boys ridin` big bodies we done did that,Pushin` F-150`s, 250`s, and doin` it boy, we doin` that,Lookin` like "Who them people in them big ol` truck that think they runnin` that?",Them boys ridin` big bodies, how ya luv that?[Juvenile]Look what`cha thinkin` bout my nigga when you say what you say?You must have like let down your guard and shit we breakin` yo head,It ain`t nothin` you can say to me that`ll make me afraid,I done walked with niggas like you, every one of `em dead,I done fucked some of the baddest hoes, chocolate and red,Put the dick on the bitch like I just came home from the Feds,Can you picture a nigga holdin` my dick on the cover of Rage?Number one spot up in the radio for seventy days,Throw a concert in the Superdome and pack it like Ma$e,Ca$h Money put it together so the family pays,We was tied up in the race but now we runnin` away,Niggas ain`t gone shut us up we got our guns in they face,And we gone keep these bitches shakin` they ass up in the place,Drank everything we pay for cuz ain`t nothin` to waste,All you niggas bout`cha issue I know y`all could relate,I`m tryin` to lace y`all with this game so all of y`all can be straightChorus[Beelow]I say black navi`s, suburban accessories,Leather seats, watch the remix on your four T.V.`s,I`m layin` it down, STILL clownin` when I hit yo streets,Yo baby Momma and yo kid all over my D,Beelow (what`s up?) doin` gold and bezzled up,They ride through the park in the big black truck,I`m actin` back like I told ya,And if you don`t have a big body then pull over,Twenty-inch shells on them burbans how we roll, brah,My Ballin` clique is actin` donkey on ya, hanh brah?This big bodies all the time, brah,That`s how we shine, brah,I`m on the grind, brah,Flossin` all the time, brah,I turn they heads and they wonder what I`m ridin` in next?With J.D. and Larell in that bubble-ah Lex,Whoa na, we done did it, ha?And you don`t like it cuz we flossin` big bodies, ha?Luh-luh-luh-lookChorus (1/2x)[Beelow]Now I`ma run it to my playas in that B.R.C.,Thugged out, straight flossin` in them big bodies,We paper chasin`, slangin` weight cuz all we want is the cheese,Down South takin` over it`s off the heezie,I`ma run it to my playas in that B.R.C.,Thugged out, straight flossin` in them big bodies,We paper chasin`, slangin` weight cuz all we want is the cheese,Down South takin` over it`s off the heezieChorus