Rick Ross - Big homie lyrics

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Rick Ross - Big homie lyrics

Don't be afraid to get it all man You may learn some sh**... You may know some sh**... You may see some sh**... haha b**h showed me how its old I had to tell her You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie I'm winning for the new b**h, she was stunting That p**y got a paper tag and it's a hundred My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond My Rolls Royce sprayed cologne, the fragrance money It's Bad Boys Records, b**h, you know I run it Ciroc Amaretto coming, them b**hes love it I show up with my j**elry on and never doubt it You show up with your j**elry on and leave without it I could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie Top down on any block, n***as know me The only one that's topping Forbes, I'm getting lonely See us out here racing yachts like "f** the police" Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we getting money Once promoter say my name, fly b**hes coming These ratchet b**hes love a n***a so cough your chick in More 80's than the 80's, n***a, I'm money mention I'm money mention You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie My b**hes get the Christians, n***a, and Giuseppe My b**hes get the Berkin, n***a, they hold the weapons My b**hes get the Range Rovers, that's for affection My b**hes get the realest n***a, she's my reflection I make my b**hes traffic dope, that's my profession She swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for c-section Thank God your pockets where I'm from, here block, they bless us 50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers Get them stretchers You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie (Ha!)