Big Gator BOSSMAN. - Dirty Thoughts lyrics
[Big Gator BOSSMAN. - Dirty Thoughts lyrics]
Dirty thoughts of a benzo
Dirty thoughts of a house on a hill
Dirty thoughts of a dollar bill
Dirty thoughts about how it'l feel
When i make it to the top
All the ribs imma sop
How i switch when I pop
All the shrimp imma cop
Guess who running it now
Guess who built it up
So i can burn it back down
Guess whose running the town
Guess whose turning the frowns upside down
Get the fuck out my face
Back up i need space
I can’t back up my macbook
Cause my hard drive needs space
They say money can’t buy happiness
Well thats a lie cause money can buy Popeyes
And who don’t love that who don’t love me
Im notorious big
You niggas not even lil cease
Local niggas claming crip
Not even little c’s she bring me 1 extra
Cause they play me on bbc
She say she like it rough
I put that rib in a ddt living off that ebt
Got a nigga hungry heart cold like Hungary
But fast forward my life… in the 6
Not toronto i’m the fonz
Not alphonso look at all these happy days
Slowly changing my broke ways
Bang bang like sosa walk away like soze
Ill take care of your ass kaiser permanente
Dirty thoughts of a benzo
Dirty thoughts of a house on a hill
Dirty thoughts of a dollar bill
Dirty thoughts about how it'l feel
When i make it to the top
All the ribs imma sop
How i switch when I pop
All the shrimp imma cop
This my lane yea i own it
I don’t got no opponents
Don’t nobody sound like me on the raps
Or on the beats won’t catch me with a shitzu
I need a blue nose pitibull
And that dog so stacked
I could ride on his back
I got jersey on the back like a play sports
I played sports
They tried to tell me i should play sports
Like nigga have you heard this
Not to mention i cook steaks like ruth chris
Chill nigga i got this
Soeing seeds like a seamstress
Wavy shit get sea sick
These rappers they lying like one legged dogs
Playing the world like i play the guitar
Niggas they scheming i seen it from far
Gwan a ya yaaaad fuck ya facade
Fuck a passat i need a convertible drop
Willing giver of top not something I’m not
And nigga I’m hot (say it again)
Nigga im hot! I’m tired of these dumb niggas
Crabs in a barrel old bay niggas
Suck up and obey niggas
I’m out now you can’t sit wit us
Ooh that boy done did it now
Out rapping niggas i helped out
Niggas careers looking choked out yoked out
Coked out
Dirty thoughts of a house on a hill
Dirty thoughts of a dollar bill
Dirty thoughts about how it'l feel
When i make it to the top
All the ribs imma sop
How i switch when I pop
All the shrimp imma cop
Guess who running it now
Guess who built it up
So i can burn it back down
Guess whose running the town
Guess whose turning the frowns upside down
Get the fuck out my face
Back up i need space
I can’t back up my macbook
Cause my hard drive needs space
They say money can’t buy happiness
Well thats a lie cause money can buy Popeyes
And who don’t love that who don’t love me
Im notorious big
You niggas not even lil cease
Local niggas claming crip
Not even little c’s she bring me 1 extra
Cause they play me on bbc
She say she like it rough
I put that rib in a ddt living off that ebt
Got a nigga hungry heart cold like Hungary
But fast forward my life… in the 6
Not toronto i’m the fonz
Not alphonso look at all these happy days
Slowly changing my broke ways
Bang bang like sosa walk away like soze
Ill take care of your ass kaiser permanente
Dirty thoughts of a benzo
Dirty thoughts of a house on a hill
Dirty thoughts of a dollar bill
Dirty thoughts about how it'l feel
When i make it to the top
All the ribs imma sop
How i switch when I pop
All the shrimp imma cop
This my lane yea i own it
I don’t got no opponents
Don’t nobody sound like me on the raps
Or on the beats won’t catch me with a shitzu
I need a blue nose pitibull
And that dog so stacked
I could ride on his back
I got jersey on the back like a play sports
I played sports
They tried to tell me i should play sports
Like nigga have you heard this
Not to mention i cook steaks like ruth chris
Chill nigga i got this
Soeing seeds like a seamstress
Wavy shit get sea sick
These rappers they lying like one legged dogs
Playing the world like i play the guitar
Niggas they scheming i seen it from far
Gwan a ya yaaaad fuck ya facade
Fuck a passat i need a convertible drop
Willing giver of top not something I’m not
And nigga I’m hot (say it again)
Nigga im hot! I’m tired of these dumb niggas
Crabs in a barrel old bay niggas
Suck up and obey niggas
I’m out now you can’t sit wit us
Ooh that boy done did it now
Out rapping niggas i helped out
Niggas careers looking choked out yoked out
Coked out