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(Ron-Ron, run it up, run it up) Uh, Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it Gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit Throw that shit, throw that shit Throw that— Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it Gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit If that's yo lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit (Pour that shit) Big runts in the wood, only potent shit (Potent shit) If it ain't a hunnid bands, you ain't showin' shit (Showin' shit) I just flipped a hunnid grams, all I know is this Ayy, got the choppa for the oppas, it go blocka-blocka Hollow tips hit you, turn you to a pop-locker (Pop) Me and OhGeesy link, it's a head knocker Everybody eat, It's a Benihana I call the goonies, I don't point heaters Pointers on my neck, I don't point fingers Niggas payin' eight hunnid for some sneakers I'm payin' eight hundred for the scope with the nina Letras de canciones Still sippin' drank, R.I.P that nigga Yams YG four hunnid, I just flipped a hundred grams Baby mama, she be trippin' 'cause they wanna fuck her mans At the show, I be showin' out, so nigga, watch your hands In the club turnt up in a VIP section Ain't no glicks in the whip, boy, they in my presence In a bitch head like some Herbal Essences I don't argue with a bitch, I give her verbal lessons Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it Gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit If that's yo lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit (Pour that shit) Big runts in the wood, only potent shit (Potent shit) If it ain't a hunnid bands, you ain't showin' shit (Showin' shit) I just flipped a hunnid grams, all I know is this I like my Glock nine like my fucking Llama (Bow) All these bitches, they be jealous of my kid mama (Yeah) All she do is cook, clean and she count commas (Hey) Mercedes Benz, she won't ride in no fuckin' Honda (Skr) I don't got a backwood, I'm finna roll a Grabba (Ay) Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna (Huh) I don't got a backwood, I'm finna roll a Grabba (Huh, huh, huh) Four hundred degrees like a fucking sauna Rich nigga, boy, you know I got rich habits Silly bitch, do tricks like a lil' rabbit 304's on go, they be real savage Fuck a nigga like me, get that real cabbage Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it Gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit If that's yo lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit (Pour that shit) Big runts in the wood, only potent shit (Potent shit) If it ain't a hunnid bands, you ain't showin' shit (Showin' shit) I just flipped a hunnid grams, all I know is this Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it Gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit If that's yo lil' baby, gotta mow the bitch, ay Big cuts of that juice, nigga pour that shit (Pour that shit) Big runts in the wood, only potent shit (Potent shit) If it ain't a hunnid bands, you ain't showin' shit (Showin' shit) I just flipped a hunnid grams, all I know is this Mister big bad Wolf, go and blow that shit If you got it, then you got it Gotta show that shit Temper tantrum with the money, gotta throw that shit Throw that shit, throw that shit Throw that— From Letras Mania