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- Vince Staples big time 歌詞
- Vince Staples
- Big Time （時代）-Vince Staples
Written by ：Vince Staples /James Blake
Alright alright alright
Man I love my b**ches
Man they photogenic
Snatched em straight up out they Richardson mag they do my dishes
Man I love this crapping
Man my homie with it
Man my homie they aint got ambulances with digs
Snatched em straight up out they Richardson
I aint paying homage to nobody with no bodies
I dont care bout yo Ferrari Ill snatch you out that Bentley
Was cramming into civics round 2010fish
Piled in the studio when not a niggle would listen
Now were big time big time big time
Now were big time big time big time
Now were big time
Hands up baby dont you see this big nine
Screaming f**k the world like that sh*t mine
Player sh*t player made
Im stuck in my player ways
I just made a play today
She gave me some play today
My Jordan was law away
I caught me a fade a day
Around where Jana stay
My 40go dumb in a major way
I come from the game where they pay to play
These rappers extorted like everyday
That Yankee Im sporting like every day
Just played me a show they paid 80k
I put it away for a rainy day
You never know when you gong catch a case
You never know when you gong catch an opp
We kill ever day like where soca stay
You might get a pass
Big time big time big time
Now were big time big time big time
Now were big time
Hands up baby dont you see this big nine
Screaming f**k the world like that sh*t mine
Big timer like many and baby
Dont play with that man cause he crazy
With demon and echo from Compton
They stomping out niggards like Stacy
The radio never gong play me quit if my label dont pay me
Ill run up in there with my gun in the air screaming
Give me the sh*t you owe jay z
Banana like ja yo from days
My temper depend how my day go
My girl do whatever I say so
She aint got no reason to say no
I aint wish for nothing but hood rich
You aint seen how grime my hood get
I been on some up to no good sh*t
You on that cub a in boy hood sh*t
I go down to cub and find me a plug
Sick of these rappers not selling no drugs
Sick of this industry playing these games
Sick of my enemies saying my name
Harder than niggards since holistic niggle
Ill body a niggle for saying I cant
You should have known I go hard in the paint
You should have known aint no stopping my wave
Big time time time time time time time
Big time time time time time time time
Next time on poppy street
Hello hello is anybody there
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