No Savage - Too Heavy lyrics
[Intro] Jamil (Uh, mob, mob) Uh, mob, mob, mob Turn me up Juu [Verse] Now I can fu*k who I want, uh b*tches be calling me asking She acting, she talk like a duck But I fell in love with her passion I told her whenever I fu*k her we go to toe-to-toe You could say that we dancing Break in his house and come down the chiminey I had to come in that b*tch like a bandit Get in the 'Vette bet I fu*k around and crash it Had a party with two b*tches making her petty I'm getting dope while I'm smackin' that fetti Explode on her face like somе fu*king confetti If you gon' diss me then why you ain't @ mе? Even out Cali' I gotta stay heavy Never let any b*tch come in my telly I'm in the hills getting ate up in Beverly Spin on this b*tch man I pray they don't tell on me She took a xan now she in her element They think I'm still on them percs, and I'm lettin' them Keep on talking, that sh*t I ain't sweatin' it We in the whip and she geek on her bullsh*t Don't even hit her, just let her su*k dick Marvelous top make me fu*k her a lil' bit The sh*t that I'm going through making me lose it Uh-uh, I should've known from the sh*t she was on Why was I fu*king a groupie, uh I'm getting rich and ain't buying no sh*t I leave the b*tch in a hooptie Go get the money when I feel moody If you want me dead ni**a come try and do it I'm on the block I'm an entrepreneur Show me respect 'fore I open this tool up Think it's a joke and I'm making 'em jump in Bro on the pisser he just wanna win Them lawyer fees coming in they getting sent I helped you again so don't do it again I'm still with everything that you wit' We argue about money but not about a b*tch He locked with his head down give him a lift Went through and got knicked and he didn't even hit [?] through money [?] She say dick in French like she just want a kiss I got on my sh*t 'cause my time was tickin' We went on a lick and bra died 'cause he missed me I was the youngin' finessin' the system But kept going back 'cause I just wouldn't listen My name in the Bible and yes I'm a Christian I come how I want and this sh*t be consistent Big on big I gotta go bigger ni**as, they only foolin' these b*tches That money got my artillery bigger My heart in that money it's not in these ni**as Uh, but that don't mean I'm against 'em Give 'em a cut if he try me I temp him One to his stomach and one to his temple He hit me too but he gone and I'm livin' I got a demonic temper Don't fu*k with the law ain't nobody snitchin' I'm in the truck that go over 200 What I got on me a whole damn hundred If you buy a low then I front you a bundle Let her eat dick but don't tell her you love her I should've based the b*tch off her mother Worried about money, you only [?] Uh, broke ass b*tch got 200 budget And if I'm wrong, it's only 300 That won't last long, that sh*t ain't no money Just counted a dub in hundreds and twenties Uh, uh, just got a new check for 120 This scam ass ni**a just started getting money I'm gettin' [?] in popular money Uh, mob, mob Uh, mob, mob Uh, uh, mob, mob, mob...