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Correct Big Dogs Lyrics
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Trademark Da Skydiver, Young Roddy & Curren$y
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Correct Big Dogs
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[Trademark Da Skydiver] Ya, this only for the big dogs Get bags, no pause Hit the weed, lift off Hop in the coup, scratch off Keep it real, that's law We done made it this far Through ups and downs I stayed down Life is like a seesaw Push weight like a rebar Nightmares from what we saw Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on [Young Roddy] (Uh) reporting live where them niggas sling that fire Life in the jungle man, that's always do or die They pray you fall short, they tryna take your spot Without no black mask, they let them bullets fly Word on the block, they say it's no lonely at the top Fuck fame, ' wrote the modern day Pac Ain't talkin bitches when I tell you, take your shot' Aim for the stars, don't lose faith, that's all we got Besides my drako, my scale and my halo They killed the only boy I know, she gained an angel On my block the cops rush from all angles They want to stay the heat, they serving hard labor Born sinner, count my blessing God gave me They born killers, swear to God them boys crazy Teachers say we won't ever get our diplomas Neighbors say we won't ever get off that corner [Trademark Da Skydiver] Ya, this only for the big dogs Get bags, no pause Hit the weed, lift off Hop in the coup, scratch off Keep it real, that's law We done made it this far Through ups and downs I stayed down Life is like a seesaw Push weight like a rebar Nightmares from what we saw Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on This that 911 Porsche Carrera talk (whippin) Niggas hating on us cause they know we on (fuck em) Xd 45 to keep the haters off Only for the big dogs, little homie be gone Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on Looking past the peons, never die, we gon' ride on em for some eons (forever) Getting to the bags like a Brinks truck Tinted whips, bulletproof coupes, that's how we rollin up Too real, never foldin up Hit the bank, make withdrawals nigga like we hold it up (give me all of that) Been gone for a minute but ain't nothin changed (nothin changed) Pockets got deeper, copped a few new chains (new chains) Popped back on the scene, new jacks lookin at me strange (huh?) Like they don't know my name, you'll never know my pain (never) Look me in my eyes, realize we ain't the same (ain't the same) Real og, be low key in my own lane This only for the big dogs Get bags, no pause Hit the weed, lift off Hop in the coup, scratch off Keep it real, that's law We done made it this far Through ups and downs I stayed down Life is like a seesaw Push weight like a rebar Nightmares from what we saw Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on [Curren$y:] Never switch, I struck it rich Perfect example of this Sampled a taste of the paper and got addicted to that shit I cliqued up with the same ol' not fuckin around crew Heist executed for lootin, let it sit for a year or two In the cooler buried beneath the shed, we keep the gardening tools They set it up for us to lose, but we ignored the rules Enrolled in college just to come through the campus fresh n shoot pool with my partners Bitches watching us and taking notes Wasn't hard to tell I wouldn't be around that long I'm on the road to the dough That boy get crazy high and he set them crazy high goals No wonder that them hoes chose It's an easy decision when winners enter the building We bring our furs in December, bring our sports cars in August Porsche Targas, Murcielagos We give Corvettes to shooters they Dodge Chargers Circle of bosses, all about increasing the profit margin at all costs [Trademark Da Skydiver] This only for the big dogs Get bags, no pause Hit the weed, lift off Hop in the coup, scratch off Keep it real, that's law We done made it this far Through ups and downs I stayed down Life is like a seesaw Push weight like a rebar Nightmares from what we saw Street left us with a cold heart, no choice but to go hard Lost some close homies, but through me you gon' live on Getting to these millions, that's the shit that we on
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