Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Megaman lyrics

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Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Megaman lyrics

[Verse 1] Faded off the kush I'm gone Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home Looking like my Grammo, my n***as got that ammo We jack son then light up that L, Samuel Tunechi in this b**h n***a, y'all n***as b**h n***as Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss n***a Baseball rich n***a, do this sh** for all my homies Where them bad b**hes at? Come and put that p**y on me Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be k**ing sh** Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your a** to sleep man Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan How you n***as want it? Have it your way, Burger King I get deep in that p**y, dig her out, surgery f**ing with a real n***a, f**ing right, certainly Break in your f**ing home, take your life, burglary Whoa n***a, die slow n***a For dear life your holding on En Vogue n***a Unload n***a, reload n***a Tools on deck, Home Depot n***a Well if life is a b**h, then mine a gold digger And all my b**hes nasty like a cold dinner Everyday I go so hard and work my a** off I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball, it's Carter IV! [Interlude] I'm going back in man [Verse 2] Yeah, we get f** y'all money, how you want to play it? That AK sleep on the side of my bed That's one eye closed, one eye open Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the n***a to f** with This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick Young Money man we got this sh** by a land slide Boy I send them bloods at your a** like a tampon Uptown sh**, wet the whole party Weezy gone ball, ball like Steve Harvey The heater I'm a tuck her, tuck her like Dolores That's my word, word like the-saurus I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord Fear nobody but God almighty Shoot that motherf**er 'til I get arthritis I'm a beast, I'm a a**, I'm ahead of my cla** I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash I don't talk it, I live it, I paint a picture vivid And them pistols popping like they sitting in a sk**et I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me Forget the bullsh** and remember me

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