Big Clout Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you know, gang gang shit
(I got my brother and them niggas with me, too)
We gone go all the way up with this shit
Ayy, we in LA with this shit, too

[Chorus]
Everybody thought I was gone to be stuck
Still told everybody, I was going to make it fine
Niggas get put, oh shit, get real real
Whole time, niggas talk a whole lotta ra-ra
I ain't been sleep in about four or five days
So bro bought me an eight a blood in a ba-ba
Main bitch act like she upset with me
So I went and got some head from La La

[Post-Chorus]
Muh f*cka actin' like they want war war
f*ck around make me load my chop chop
Muh f*cka might as well gone head slide slide
And I ain't even talkin' bout Cha Cha
I got shorties that'll take your shit, bitch
And runnin' off laughin' like ha ha
We beat a muh f*ckin'
Stroll through your muh f*ckin' gang
With them sticks goin off like ka ka
[Verse 1]
These niggas mad at us, cause we up, so what
We really don't get a f*ck
These niggas p*ssy, who the f*ck gone do something to us
Ay, I ain't gone talk about shooting nobody
I'ma just talk 'bout the drip
Your bitch on my dick, ohh wee, I think I'ma pimp
I thought I been told you that these bitches ain't shit
If I ain't f*ck her then my brother did
You on some sucka shit, yeah

[Chorus]
Everybody thought I was gone to be stuck
Still told everybody, I was going to make it fine
Niggas get put, oh shit, get real real
Whole time, niggas talk a whole lotta ra-ra
I ain't been sleep in about four or five days
So bro bought me an eight a blood in a ba-ba
Main bitch act like she upset with me
So I went and got some head from La La [Post-Chorus]
Muh f*cka actin' like they want war war
f*ck around make me load my chop chop
Muh f*cka might as well gone head slide slide
And I ain't even talkin' bout Cha Cha
I got shorties that'll take your shit, bitch
And runnin' off laughin' like ha ha
We beat a muh f*ckin'
Stroll through your muh f*ckin' gang
With them sticks goin off like ka ka
[Verse 2]
Niggas will try to treat your ass just like a bitch if you let 'em
Yeah, I told myself that I gotta do better
I'm gonna do better, so I did better
Yeah, killin' this shit with the muh f*ckin' swag
I got these f*ck niggas jealous
f*ck it, let's talk about poppin' your melon
Your shit do a whole lot of swellin'
I'm in LA smokin' all kinda weed
Don't know what the f*ck i'm inhalin'
Oh, yeah, I'm doin' fine for all of the people who think that I'm failin'

[Chorus]
Everybody thought I was gone to be stuck
Still told everybody, I was going to make it fine
Niggas get put, oh shit, get real real
Whole time, niggas talk a whole lotta ra-ra
I ain't been sleep in about four or five days
So bro bought me an eight a blood in a ba-ba
Main bitch act like she upset with me
So I went and got some head from La La

[Post-Chorus]
Muh f*cka actin' like they want war war
f*ck around make me load my chop chop
Muh f*cka might as well gone head slide slide
And I ain't even talkin' bout Cha Cha
I got shorties that'll take your shit, bitch
And runnin' off laughin' like ha ha
We beat a muh f*ckin'
Stroll through your muh f*ckin' gang
With them sticks goin off like ka ka

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