Poodie lyrics

Uh, yeah
It's ya boy Boss Don Biggavel
'Bout to bring ya that wave
So street, so wavy
Got these n*ggas bobbing and weaving
Oh man, 16000 the first week

[Verse 1:]
What kinda motherf*cker black-ball a n*gga off YouTube
I can tell ya who, baby I got new shoes
Riding on the wave like gnarley, kill a n*gga probably
I tell all the b*tches my name Charly
Bobby, Whitney, n*ggas tried to hit me
n*gga my only fear is God should come and get me, quickly
'Fore these Bergen b*tches try to put a n*gga on a death list
My crew they getting restless
f*ck it, I ain't never going back (never)
They gon' have to find me like Sadaam, got Bigga tatooed on my arm
Got Al Pac, he's a rider, he ready to squeeze on my command
I'm 'bout to give him 100 grand, his brother was with me in the can (Peanut)
They call him Peanut
Pour me a swigga and roll the weed up, G's Up
Max, I remember that (yeah) you and Grease yall the sh*t
Together y'all the Men In Black. Will Smith-
Numbers I can do if these lip singing b*tches stop hating on my movement
Beamer like a cruise ship
Whip it up nice, that's a cool flip, brought it back big
Bigga the quarterback kid
Ow
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All my Gain Greene n*ggas getting paid
Mami I blow 100 away investing in real estate
I'm a ride (Oww)
n*gga you's a b*tch, take a look at my eyes
Mami wonder why (why)
My 4-4 gon' make sure that Poodie won't grow
Baby I'm the don (don)
Got the chickens lookig' good
Take a look at my arm
Ow

[Verse 2:]
n*gga did, only 16000
When we go to the mall, baby we ain't browsing
Baby we be, selling in front of housing, non-stop, pirate
Moving in 20 degree climates
I miss, driving in the sunset
Baby open your mouth, I'm tryna get your tongue wet. Dumb sex-
Three or four b*tches in a day, it's enough di*k for all of them
Gain Greene n*ggas steady balling
Bottles we be pouring
You got another n*gga wave. Baby I'm making 10 a day
I was in the shade tryna cool off, cause a n*gga really on fire
Jimmy, I'm 'bout to make him retire
Sour got me higher, on a different level
Got me 'bout to make a deal with the devil
I can see the, reflection off the bezel
It glitter off the BB
I tell these n*ggas to come and see me. Freely
Biggavel spit it, give you pain. They tryna ban lip sing
Ask about your n*gga cause I get it in, we clocking them Benjamins
Whenever you look up your b*tch is f*cking with him again
Oww
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[Verse 3:]
Yeah
Least night I had the skeeze
Felt so good it had to be
Me and my homies, we gettin' paid
Man oh man, we gotta it made
Lotta n*ggas wanna roll with the team
Lotta n*ggas wanna join Gain Greene
But if you go against Greene I will
I'm a let the semi-auto spill
Bigga chill, better sip on some Hennessy
n*gga 'fore you bleed, we ridin' on our enemies
Hit them n*ggas up, 'fore them pace that bullsh*t, bomb first
n*ggas that keep they money in Converse, arms thirst
Tryna get a hit, ain't no tellin' what she do
Is she there for ya rock, then she stick it in the stem
Bigga getting it again, Blizz came, put me in the mood
Bought me a 5th of Grand Cru
Got you n*ggas sitting in the studio, dreaming of the Grammy's
Stressing and contemplating the plan B
Family always come first when there's prices, got spices
Biggaveli the nicest
Ow
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