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T10 — Big Chair
Artist: → T10
T10 — Big Chair — lyrics
We had the drop on them niggas
And couldn’t even slide
We was fussing bout how we gon get there
Hate when they blow up the phone
When I’m just waking up
Piss me off, now I’m making em sit there
I’m on the way, I’m gon call when I get there
I’m a boss tell em bring me the big chair
Piss me off and I’m gon get…
We had the drop on them niggas
And couldn’t even slide
We was fussing bout how we gon get therе
Hate when they blow up thе phone
When I’m just waking up
Piss me off, now I’m making em sit there
I’m on the way, I’m gon call when I get there
I’m a boss tell em bring me the big chair
Piss me off and I’m gon get you hit there
Block lock finger 4 call me Ric Flair
Standing round here
You gon die they got fire
Them niggas gon shoot till it’s down to the wire
We shooting together
Shit sound like a choir
They send me 10k fore I got on a flier
He got them loads but they not in the dryer
Ain’t looking for friends I’m looking for buyers
And he got that work if you looking for hire
They on a road with that shit in the tires
I’m on the way to the top ian scared of heights
Ian had it at first I went made a life
Thought they was trailing me
I spent the block and I hopped out
Whoever that was musta made a right
I’m from the trenches
My gun made me popular
AR with the scope the binocular
Bet he start loving that hoe when I hop in her
Got her doing new shit I’m unlocking her
I used to catch with my pops
In the front of the yard
While the old heads sat on a crate
Neighbor smoking them people keep passing
So we in the back with the sticks by the gate
Talking bout rapping
And what we gon do when we blow up
That’s bullshit we can’t relate
They hit the lights
We ain’t stopping till everything gone
Gotta catch me on feet not a chase
They got the bricks like O’Neal
She selling pussy it’s no deal
Spending my 40 on mo pills
Swim in that pussy with no gills
Joce when the opps die
We ain’t got no chills
We don’t know him
Cause he ain’t got no kills
Can’t be swinging with cuz
Cause he don’t wan get back in the car
I can’t take him on no drills
We was fussing bout that uppin both wheels
We had the drop on them niggas
And couldn’t even slide
We was fussing bout how we gon get there
Hate when they blow up the phone
When I’m just waking up
Piss me off, now I’m making em sit there
I’m on the way, I’m gon call when I get there
I’m a boss tell em bring me the big chair
Piss me off and I’m gon get you hit there
Block lock finger 4 call me Ric Flair
Standing round here
You gon die they got fire
Them niggas gon shoot till it’s down to the wire
We shooting together
Shit sound like a choir
They send me 10k fore I got on a flier
He got them loads but they not in the dryer
Ain’t looking for friends I’m looking for buyers
And he got that work if you looking for hire
They on a road with that shit in the tires
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