Gigantic lyrics

by

Lord Finesse


[A.G.]
Yeah I'm a backpack n*gga, you mad whack n*gga
We can act black and pass that n*gga
I drive by like I-95
Oh you a tough cat - let's see if you got 9 lives
You wouldn't catch me with my pants down, unless
Old girl, show me what's under that sun dress
Besides that, I'm on point like a loose joint
Loose like a few coins, dread call me rudebwoy
Now you better move boy the 9 is angry
I ain't trippin it's only if you decide to play me
It's Diggin In The Crates homey, f*ck one-time
We pump sunshine on the strip when it's snow-y
Outsmart the foxes and cheat the oxes
Got the game locked, therefore you need a locksmith
It's so real my sh*t bang in jail in the boxes
I'll accept the Grammy in socks and boxers

[Hook]
Cause we do it, big, get it, big
Run it, big, everything, f*ck that
Yeah bigger than that, this sh*t is gigantic
'Cross the globe, everybody run panic
Cause we do it, big, get it, big
Run it, big, everything, f*ck that
Bigger than that, this sh*t is gigantic
Got Andre still with them dirty habits
[A.G.]
Now shorty came through with Maria and Marilyn
Attached to them was Mia and Madeline
So let me holla at Shaniqua and Carolyn
It's a 9-50 party, throw 'em all in the caravan
And if you happen to catch me without Flowy or 80
I throw it up, get it myself like I'm Tracy McGrady
It's like shootin yourself, f*ckin with A.G
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
And I move with a mob like Vito Andelini
General pop with a box, keep me out of P.C
I don't care who you are, how many cars you get
Keep f*ckin with the God and I'll garage your sh*t
Park the gat in your mouth and scar your lips
Crack your teeth, let's see how many bars you spit
I'm hot, like I'm in Cali, wearin a mink
Set it off on instinct, POP, like N'Sync

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