Big Mac - BET lyrics
Big Mac: Big mac in this game, and you know I'm never stopping Cause a n***a spitting flames, got this fame, sh** is popping Got my team on the track its our sh** yall be rocking But yall n***as f**in wack, yah ya girls I be copping Ya see me with ya chick and she s**ing dick But why yall n***as fighting, Cause you're nothing b**h You want to come at me? No not today Cause I ate your b**h like fish filet Something bout my group Like team rocket Cause we blast you n***as off, Now you're shocked socket?! You want to roll like the punches So your block i knocked it Now you laying on the ground Like my song, dropped it Yall saying all these things like god I'm bad But then you blame it on your crew; like dude that's sad So they come and say to me go get this man; So Have u seen your mom lately I'm the new dad No card tricks but the aces in my hand Keep on rapping leave em buried in the sand Don't come at me or my groups or their friends I can't quite see what's hard to understand Ill repeat that sh** Till the end of time Ill end your career in just a few lines You say you'd k** me well I see through your lies But ill take you down too that's destiny bond Bridge: Bet x3 Chorus: Sorry if I took your girl she told me she ain't got no mans Took that b**h out for a whirl she told me she ain't got no plans Hit it now she crawling back I told her she can't handle that You want to catch this fade bruh I throw it on the f**in track JTD: It's JTD on the second verse again Back to spit raw, gonna make you hurt again Right after this verse, I'll take your ho and all her friends You'll be left with nothing, you'll go back to dating men Stop. Stop. I'll say it in twos Cause you're hard of hearing, you're just gonna lose Glock Glock Glock, I'll say it in threes Cause I got a gat and I'm ready to squeeze Devour this L, you might not have heard But I am a waiter, and you're getting served Now you're in my venue, and look at the menu Try a mouthful of dick, too. It's all quite expensive Get hoes two-for-one, they're on sale like a bogo Your b**h go up and down on the dick like a yoyo She's screaming so loud that they're calling the popo She don't want me to leave, she hid my suit like Frozone Smoking you n***as like you were a blunt You b**hes ain't sprite, you're more like a sprunk Sorry I was so straightforward and blunt But you n***as are p**y, more like a c*nt I got beans, greens potatoes, tomatoes Stacking up dough, like I was a baker Me and my n***as we roll up the paper Team 21 THE master creators Bridge: Bet x3 Chorus: Sorry if I took your girl she told me she ain't got no mans Took that b**h out for a whirl she told me she ain't got no plans Hit it now she crawling back I told her she can't handle that You want to catch this fade bruh I throw it on the f**in track Teeler: Started from the bottom; made it to the bottom Tried climbing up, but the structure's really tall Still my rhyme's are so sick, the doctor made a call And said I try to spit this verse, and I'm bound to catch a cold I, got a contagious flow. Not an outrageous flow Not *too* bad, though. It is not an egregious flow Would be "egregious" in archaic English, though Still an impressive flow, right? Now, despite my sickness, I can spit with a quickness That's all I have to brag about, I don't have any riches What am I doing now, you ask? I am eating your chicken That's that KFC chicken, That chicken was finger lickin' Now if I'm a vegetarian, what is my definition? Well, I mean I grabbed your chick, and I kissed her right on the cheek But I found out she's a freak, and she bakes me cake every week And preformed other acts of which I don't speak You're looking like some prairie dogs; READY 2 DIG IT? I hit the track short and sweet, like I'm pegging a midget You should be checking the figures, and the figures seem to favor me Saying silly things, but I'm not here to play... I'm a champion, son Effects of venom, they can't be undone Expressing these lyrics that trample you bums Oh, Ye who face me, I hope you like grey cause you're already dun Bridge: Bet x3 Chorus: Sorry if I took your girl she told me she ain't got no mans Took that b**h out for a whirl she told me she ain't got no plans Hit it now she crawling back I told her she can't handle that You want to catch this fade bruh I throw it on the f**in track