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Big 3 lyrics

Performer Shittyboyz

Big 3 song lyrics by Shittyboyz official

Big 3 is a song in English

Hot and spicy chicken ramen noodles
You don't know the bitch, shit
SBDSM, SBDSM

Hot and spicy chicken ramen noodles
You don't know the struggle
Thinking that he tough in that
Moncler? Gon' blow his bubble
Throw a 762 at him
I ain't throwing knuckles
Touchdown with the bag, boy
You ain't supposed to fumble

Knowing damn well that's yo bitch
I'ma like her pics
I ain't fighting shit, 223s
They'll ice yo clique
Shoot a cannon at his face
I ain't making licenses
Rule breaker, fuck the law, bitch
I ain't abiding shit

Peter Chan on the chop'll
Make 'em Double Dutch strapped like a dyke
It been a minute since we knuckled up
Cut into this bitch like, "Girl
Them niggas cannot fuck with us"
Did her like I'm Martin "Sorry, baby
I don't cuddle much"

Boy, we just taking off, this yo last hurrah
Akhi and habibi slide together
Send yo ass to God
I mean Allah, back then rock smashed the Dawn
It ain't the big three if ain't Dee, Stan
And Tron

Saying she ain't throwing neck? I
Sent the red flag emoji main bitch a demon
Put a Palm Angel jacket on me
Feel like ain't nobody got my back
I been stacking lonely
You know I ain't stepping out the
Crib 'less the blaster on me

I'm a star
A Big Dipper ain't got shit on Dee
Have him slide down and tell him
Jump into that bitch on E
It could be the summer
Stan still 'round with the heat
Hit a nigga bitch and left a
Lil' mess on his sheets

Took the badges off the Hellkitty
But it still zoomed team undefeated
We don't even hit the film room
If you ain't SBDSM, bitch, I don't feel you
Shooter fucked up sliding, he
Off seven pills, blew

Rolling like the Autobots, this a drophead
If it's up
It ain't coming until you drop dead
This a motherfucking stack I cannot spread
At the BNB iced up, making thots sled

Off a couple shots but I'm still
Good to send a couple
Balling like I'm Steph
Tell them boys they gotta send a double
ShittyBoyz what? Boy
Yo lame-ass almost made me chuckle
Set the play and 762s
Flying through yo huddle

Wockiana turned my cream soda into Hennessy
Pull up from wherever
I got demigod tendencies
Unky fucking up the rope from
West V to Tennessee hunnid dollar eighthy
Heard you smoking shit that's ten a G

762s in a bop, I don't tussle, dummy
Bitch, I wake up thinking 'bout a bag
I'm a hustle junkie
BabyTron done dropped the buffs on 'em
He a muscle junkie
GMC Suburban but I'm riding through
The slums with unky

Yellow bone like Rubi Rose
Never save this pretty face
Never cared for Tony Hawk but
Steady grinding like I skate
They'll see you getting to it and try
To stop you like a brake
Why the fuck you saving hoes? You need
To go and burn yo cape

Never cared for Tony Hawk but
Steady grinding like I skate
Why the fuck you saving hoes? You need
To go and burn yo cape
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