Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore
So i told her i got something you've been waiting for
Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic
I eat big. i dream big. i need big
Put my foot in your casket
Just pour me a glass of that dark shit
Gyal me know you's a freak from long time
White boy, six foot, packin a nine
Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall
Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall
You little niggas little league i'm the real thing
Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting
Got my foot on the gas
And when it come to the cash
Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
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