TG. Da Boss - Big Birkin

T.G. in this bitch
He said he lookin' for me, I ain't hard to
find Prolly in the burbs, thumbin threw a dime
Yo bitch a rat, she ain't even worth my time
They been knew I was a boss, I'm in my prime

More motions than the oceans, bitch, I'm built ford tough
I ain't gotta call a soul, A.R. in the trunk
See that money flyin' in the club, you know that's just
Everything in my name, all you own is buffs

All facts in this shit, no cap
They can't feel me cause they don't live like that
Bonnie in the front, Midy in the back
I ain't a boss, then what the fuck you call that

If it's pape on the floor, I'ma bring it home
Boy, go and get some money, what you waitin' on
All these fake sippin' niggas never dropped a four
I see Mox face every time the drink pour

Had to hop in my bag, big Birkin
They know we really gettin' this for certain
You ain't got money, you hurtin
How the fuck is you broke on purpose

Had to hop in my bag, big Birkin
They know we really gettin' this for certain
You ain't got no money, you hurtin
How the fuck is you broke on purpose

You know we really gettin' it, what's to ask about
Every nigga in my camp, Been had a route
We was the ones gettin' money while you was poutin
You been knew she was a rat, what's with the houndin'

Rest in peace to all my bros, I ain't been the same
Never let a pussy nigga put dirt name in your name
Biggest boss on the East and I ain't even got a chain
Bitch, a bum pussy good, so I beat it out the frame

I gotta thank Cook, he taught me about them 4-4-8
I gotta thank June, he always made sure I was straight
If I got a call, Midy, he gon' put you in your place
Hell naw I ain't local nigga, I'm in three states

It cost a little money just to drip like this
I know these shoes probably on your wish list
Always worried about my money, never about a bitch
How the fuck is you broke on purpose

Had to hop in my bag, big Birkin
They know we really gettin' this for certain
You ain't have money, you hurtin
How the fuck is you broke on purpose

Had to hop in my bag, big Birkin
They know we really gettin' this for certain
You ain't have money, you hurtin
How the fuck is you broke on purpose

Written by:
Antonia Caddell

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