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Big Xshon & Yung Dul - I'M THAT (feat. Lil Bullet) Lyrics



Big Xshon & Yung Dul - I'M THAT (feat. Lil Bullet) Lyrics
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You don't know what, you just been standin' there (ohh my god)
Get that snowbunny away from me
Yeah type shit, we up
Hell yeah we do
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that motherf*ckin' nigga I've been standing on my business
I will never let nobody come in here and steal my dreams
I worked so hard for this motherf*ckin' shit
I'm a f*ckin' real one, everybody f*ckin' knows that
Shawty even drove for hours for the motherf*ckin' d
I laid that pipes down, yeah, she call me f*ckin' Bryson Tiller
I be f*ckin' her to f*ckin' Jodeci
I'm that motherf*ckin' nigga and I don't f*ck with none of these f*ckin'
Fake niggas, fake hoes, fake limits
Motherf*ckin' niggas, they be sliding in my DMs
I can't f*ck with that shit, middle fingers in the air
You know that I'm that nigga, Airforce one on my f*cking feet
Brand new looking so white, this shit is f*ckin' crazy
Styrofoam cup in my motherf*ckin' hand
Shit got me f*ckin' floating
Where the f*ck the weed at
Let's smoke that shit, yeah
You know me, I'm f*ckin' cheesing, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah (I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah)
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Mix the shrooms with the Prime, yeah, we bout to have the night
Bout to chill, Amazon Prime, f*ck overnight
Yeah, we can't f*ck on Hulu or over the Netflix
I can't chill, cause you know I'm f*ckin' reckless
Might snatch your Netflix, f*ckin' over Netflix
On to the next bitch, on to the next one
On to my next gun, and I'm about to blow it
I don't care, eh, eh, eh, cause it's snowing
Me and Jason going, on the beat we flowing
Pussy so wet, that you know it's like the ocean
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' rowing
Yeah, imma fly in this bitch like I'm Bowen
Eh, eh, like I'm Bowen, and she going
That's yo ho, bitch no more
How much does she weigh, 254
Have it any day, get this money, yeah
Get this money like a machine
F*ck you mean, sip the lean
All I do is smoke green
And I'm chill with your bitch cause you know what I mean
And I chill with the sticks cause you know I'm feelin' mean
And I shoot it up, doo-doo-doo
Chew it up, I'm with the crew
Run a train like choo-choo-choo
Run a train like move, move, move
On your bitch like what do I do
She a groove, she a groupie
Can't f*ck with that bitch, cause she got a groupie
She a groupie
She for the f*cking team, yeah, she for the f*cking squad
I don't even care bitch cause you know I smoke a lot
Yeah, yeah, I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah (uh)
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm your man, I got a plan
Teach these bitches bout monogamy
My chick is free, she got full autonomy
Got my paper up, I got my bread, I'm talking economy
She be mine forever, yeah, she got a bond to me
Got a bond to me, I'm talking James
007, golden gun, bang, bang
I'm too drunk to text, can we FaceTime, rang, rang
Gotta take it out, let my dick hang, hang
Feeling like I'm CLB, my voice is gonna sang
I just gotta change the flow, change the rhyme
I just need to take my time
Last spring I fell, but now I'm on my f*cking grind
They said love was fake, it only took me one try
Say it's cold-blooded, imma make him f*cking die
Imma teacher, sensei, feel like Might Guy
I feel like a bird, bitch, imma make him fly
Imma make him fly, imma make him fly
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You don't know what, you just been standin' there (ohh my god)
Get that snowbunny away from me
Yeah type shit, we up
Hell yeah we do
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that motherf*ckin' nigga I've been standing on my business
I will never let nobody come in here and steal my dreams
I worked so hard for this motherf*ckin' shit
I'm a f*ckin' real one, everybody f*ckin' knows that
Shawty even drove for hours for the motherf*ckin' d
I laid that pipes down, yeah, she call me f*ckin' Bryson Tiller
I be f*ckin' her to f*ckin' Jodeci
I'm that motherf*ckin' nigga and I don't f*ck with none of these f*ckin'
Fake niggas, fake hoes, fake limits
Motherf*ckin' niggas, they be sliding in my DMs
I can't f*ck with that shit, middle fingers in the air
You know that I'm that nigga, Airforce one on my f*cking feet
Brand new looking so white, this shit is f*ckin' crazy
Styrofoam cup in my motherf*ckin' hand
Shit got me f*ckin' floating
Where the f*ck the weed at
Let's smoke that shit, yeah
You know me, I'm f*ckin' cheesing, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah (I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah)
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Mix the shrooms with the Prime, yeah, we bout to have the night
Bout to chill, Amazon Prime, f*ck overnight
Yeah, we can't f*ck on Hulu or over the Netflix
I can't chill, cause you know I'm f*ckin' reckless
Might snatch your Netflix, f*ckin' over Netflix
On to the next bitch, on to the next one
On to my next gun, and I'm about to blow it
I don't care, eh, eh, eh, cause it's snowing
Me and Jason going, on the beat we flowing
Pussy so wet, that you know it's like the ocean
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' rowing
Yeah, imma fly in this bitch like I'm Bowen
Eh, eh, like I'm Bowen, and she going
That's yo ho, bitch no more
How much does she weigh, 254
Have it any day, get this money, yeah
Get this money like a machine
F*ck you mean, sip the lean
All I do is smoke green
And I'm chill with your bitch cause you know what I mean
And I chill with the sticks cause you know I'm feelin' mean
And I shoot it up, doo-doo-doo
Chew it up, I'm with the crew
Run a train like choo-choo-choo
Run a train like move, move, move
On your bitch like what do I do
She a groove, she a groupie
Can't f*ck with that bitch, cause she got a groupie
She a groupie
She for the f*cking team, yeah, she for the f*cking squad
I don't even care bitch cause you know I smoke a lot
Yeah, yeah, I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah (uh)
I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm your man, I got a plan
Teach these bitches bout monogamy
My chick is free, she got full autonomy
Got my paper up, I got my bread, I'm talking economy
She be mine forever, yeah, she got a bond to me
Got a bond to me, I'm talking James
007, golden gun, bang, bang
I'm too drunk to text, can we FaceTime, rang, rang
Gotta take it out, let my dick hang, hang
Feeling like I'm CLB, my voice is gonna sang
I just gotta change the flow, change the rhyme
I just need to take my time
Last spring I fell, but now I'm on my f*cking grind
They said love was fake, it only took me one try
Say it's cold-blooded, imma make him f*cking die
Imma teacher, sensei, feel like Might Guy
I feel like a bird, bitch, imma make him fly
Imma make him fly, imma make him fly
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Writer: Jason Bowers, Xian Campbell, Abdul Jaber
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