Big Daddy Flash - Live Again

Paradise in my sights
Looking hard till I visualize that my pair of dice is in nice
Then I blow the shits, then throw the shits, till my Paris nights get me high
And you know that I'm talking bout Eiffel shit
Bad bitch on her knees giving me face time on some iPhone shit
I am not the problem here, these niggas full while I'm starving here
Niggas look down on my city, well fuck em cause bitch, we got more heart in here
Then y'all ever had in y'all corpses, grinding to break through Forbes list
I am the nigga that's morphing, got you niggas in here trying to forfeit
I'm impeccable let it go cause my city got killers in several's
I mean choppas and knives that'll sever you
Hollow tips that'll settle through seven dudes
Hold up the seven deuce
I am the greatest a king in his prime, you are mistaken you need to rewind
Lean back the chair got that bitch on recline
I can rip this shit one, two, or three times it don't matter
See it's money and money, then bitches, then all of my verses
See it's money and money then bitches and all of my verses
Do this hustle with ease, and I swear that the shit not on purpose
So perfect it's hurting you think that a nigga rehearsed it
See it's money and money, then bitches, then all of my verses
See it's money and money then bitches and all of my verses
Do this hustle with ease, and I swear that the shit not on purpose
So perfect it's hurting you think that a nigga rehearsed it
I don't drank
I don't smoke
But I got lean
I got dope
I got hoes
I get love
I get green
Not no scrub
I don't drank
I don't smoke
But I got lean
I got dope
I got hoes
I get love
I get green
Not no scrub
Them niggaz that you bang with, would they ride for you
I'm on some squang shit, where all these niggas die for who
For eachother, tryna tell you that they liable to riot through the highest school
We fire proof
And I would do whatever i got to do, to make it possible to make a lot of moves
Blame it on the boogie, bitch Ian got time to groove
Fuck you and yo clique I got mine to prove
We jump obstacles on the move, pay for pussy from prostitutes, thots is loose
Fuck you thinking boy, I am not kinda smooth
I'm like lubricates, slide in like condom smooth
How he do the shit
This shit is brazy or crazy whatever
I spit that flame for my name never let up
Dap you up then whoop yo ass like a set up
Get up, jaw wired closed make you shutup, bitch
See it's money and money, then bitches, then all of my verses
See it's money and money then bitches and all of my verses
Do this hustle with ease, and I swear that the shit not on purpose
So perfect it's hurting you think that a nigga rehearsed it
See it's money and money, then bitches, then all of my verses
See it's money and money then bitches and all of my verses
Do this hustle with ease, and I swear that the shit not on purpose
So perfect it's hurting you think that a nigga rehearsed it

Written by:
Rashaun Brown

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