YUNG PRINCE
- Big Hammers Lyrics / with translations"Chorus"
I got big hammers I ain't talkin bout da fixin tool! but den again diz might fix ya whole mine dude! I roll deep wit at least about 30 goons! we'll leave yo ass in a muta f*ckin swimming pool! full of blood yea! wit no witnesses, Anybody snitching? I don't think so kid, don't let the name Yung Prince fool ya! Imma goon in these streets and I ain't gone retire! my money is long! and you should know that! I stepped up on da scene wit sum diamonds on my neck wit my Loui bag full of cash wit my strap, and my new fitted hat cocked to da back, I ain't from da projects but I stay strapped, dey want me dead now cause dey see me making stacks! I'm makin stacks all day and all nite movin work all day and all night get it right!
"Chorus"
You niggas don't want it wit M*M*C* Yep money motivated clique! f*ck wit da team! we put dez beams on yo fo' head leave you and you clique dead! f*ck da hip-hop police dey tryin to pop me off mang! stacks falling out my pocket bitches on my jock man diamonds in my grill got it shining like a latruen bitches know da name kid it's craved on my neck less my flow is so hard it's so hard like an erection my swag is so exclusive you can call me the freshest, I got a lot of hoes but ain't one of dim pregnant "IF A BITCH SAY THAT SHE HAVIN MY BABY SHE MUST BE CRAZY" My flow is insane and my lyrics is contagious, these bitches give me brain in my uncles Mercedes I ain't gotta license but I like to joy ride whippin dat bitch to 80 while I'm supa dupa high!
*CHORUS*
I got big hammers I ain't talkin bout da fixin tool! but den again diz might fix ya whole mine dude! I roll deep wit at least about 30 goons! we'll leave yo ass in a muta f*ckin swimming pool! full of blood yea! wit no witnesses, Anybody snitching? I don't think so kid, don't let the name Yung Prince fool ya! Imma goon in these streets and I ain't gone retire! my money is long! and you should know that! I stepped up on da scene wit sum diamonds on my neck wit my Loui bag full of cash wit my strap, and my new fitted hat cocked to da back, I ain't from da projects but I stay strapped, dey want me dead now cause dey see me making stacks! I'm makin stacks all day and all nite movin work all day and all night get it right!
"Chorus"
You niggas don't want it wit M*M*C* Yep money motivated clique! f*ck wit da team! we put dez beams on yo fo' head leave you and you clique dead! f*ck da hip-hop police dey tryin to pop me off mang! stacks falling out my pocket bitches on my jock man diamonds in my grill got it shining like a latruen bitches know da name kid it's craved on my neck less my flow is so hard it's so hard like an erection my swag is so exclusive you can call me the freshest, I got a lot of hoes but ain't one of dim pregnant "IF A BITCH SAY THAT SHE HAVIN MY BABY SHE MUST BE CRAZY" My flow is insane and my lyrics is contagious, these bitches give me brain in my uncles Mercedes I ain't gotta license but I like to joy ride whippin dat bitch to 80 while I'm supa dupa high!
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