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фотография Three 6 Mafia

Название :

Big Mouth, Big Talk

Данные: текст песни / слова песни

Жанры :    rap   hip-hop   dirty south   southern rap   hip hop

Видео: Three 6 Mafia -  Big Mouth, Big Talk  


[Chorus 4x]
What`s up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pump the tech, I`m taiking aim

[Pastor Troy]
Triple six 99 a bitch but fuck it
Creep up on them pussy niggaz hit the lights and the button
Don`t you love it shit Pastor Troy DSGB
I represent it with my nigga from what (Tennessee)
The enemy of the state I`m keeping nothing but weight
I top grind on these niggaz quit actin like it`s straight
And niggaz fake but I tell them niggaz fuck ya`ll
I dump your pussy ass and flip it with my nigga Paul
Who can you conversation you see me pacing
And you can run and run but I`ll be waiting
And you can bet I represent it for the southeast
Until death on the motherfucking beat triple six

[Chorus 4x]

[Pastor Troy]
I started rolling at the early age I heard it paid
So I made an investment, all my money was spent on buying drugs
And giving hugs to broads checking for bud
Because I`m dodging the law
I never saw and may I kept a kind the rest was raw
I had a proper ass (?)
I stole the show I didn`t know I`d be judged
That`s on the low and Pastor Troy praise God
Cause I concealed and my intentions to spill who ever will
Please step up and be killed
Don`t think I`m real just to show that blood is red
Ain`t no way till you finished just 16 shots in ya head
Ya`ll scared

[Chorus 4x]

[T-Rock]
In the land of ATL, run shelves, crack sells for clientele
Brutally your head swell all who oppose get sent to hell
Midrange make ways to stay paid with AK`s
Sin folks reload or enter heavy scapeways
We probably get robberies wit 12 gauge technology
So I kill blood spill I show no local modesty
Drop em G pay a fee doing combat killing enemies
Shot heads with infa reds so much death fuck a injury
I specialize and funeralize all the guys my clique despise
Full clip busted in between your eyes symbolize that its surely mine
When I bust my shells hoe leave you stuck like velcro
Throwing blows and elbows them tie that trick to the railroads
Bruise the bitch then shoot the trick now who`s the snitch to
get crucifixed
Clips and shit be super thick to inform you we ain`t new to this
Blaze weed my tendencies bury MC`s with jealousy
Assign to kill and steel I keep Pastor preaches eulogy
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