I’m Heavy lyrics

Uh, I mean you ain't even gotta ask about me n*gga
You just walk up to a mothaf*cka and they just tell you bout me n*gga
Whole name ain't gotta come out your mouth, n*ggas already know
They have 50 cents for you

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Uh, look, boss sh*t, the code that I live by
Finally made it, every n*gga in the crib by
Bad b*tches, every chick up in the crib bi
You f*ckin clown, I'mma show you how to live life
Uh, all this hard work done paid off
This how you live when you don't take no f*ckin days off
Eyes red, studio I'm workin long shifts
You beefin over hoes, you f*ckin with the wrong b*tch
Yeah, real n*gga chronicles
I tell the vamanos, now they fallin' like dominoes
I'm everywhere, lookin for me like tryin to find a ghost
She give me brain like this ho is on the honor roll
Real sh*t, my life been on some ill sh*t
Since Mo Cleaves told me n*gga go and kill sh*t
So give me life for this sh*t I write, lock me up
Sit back and watch me, Maserati pick the bodies up

[HOOK]
I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch
I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes

I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch
I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes

So Fli-City, Fli-City, to the back, lets get it
I wake up and grind hard everyday

I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this biatch
I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
???? on my feet, Fred Flinstone
Ridin through the Flint homes, the windows down with no tints on
They don't know me like Jon B, then I pulled up with Jon C
Went to the club and popped that Dom P, I'm a king, like ????
And everywhere I go I'm heavy, big ol chain and its heavy
Pulled up in that Chevy, movin D, rest in peace to Heavy
Money talkin, comin' quick fast
Ride so fast, give you whiplash
You ain't bout gettin money, betta go on wit your b*tch ass
I round em up, round em up, bts she's down to f*ck
This white girl she sees dts, says what's that, she says down to suck
Yeah, lets get it, wear a snapback with that fitted
Don't matter man, wherever man, I'm gonna represent for my city
Mistah F.A.B. up out of that Oakland
Please don't think that I'm joking
Yeah that molly got em rolling
People bust you in the open
Yeah, I f*ck with shooters hired Reggie
And you don't want these problems boy, cuz you ain't rollin' heavy
[HOOK]

[Verse 3: Jon Connor]
See now, these n*ggas is hatin and all these hoes they be watchin
I hit my folks out in Cali they told me lets get it poppin
Lame n*ggas be blockin because they b*tches be jockin
Killin rappers is easy cuz most these n*ggas is garbage
I call em son of a b*tches, but I blame that on they fathers
Now every city them hoes makin it clap, they applaud us
I hope my momma forgive me, I'm hittin somebody daughter
They be looking for ballers in VIP with the starters
sh*t, I'm heavy out here, they don't know what to call it
Time is money my n*gga, why the f*ck is you stallin?
Traded paper for plastic, sh*t won't fit in my wallet
Two bad b*tches, ass sick, call that sh*t a men-nauseus
Wanna roll with the bosses, see the club where I work
So spread your legs in the office, so why the f*ck is we talkin?
Me and my n*gga Mistah F.A.B. grindin hard to get it
Now we livin every minute and don't know nothin different, b*tch

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