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Finesse2Tymes - Bigger Now ft. Hunxho [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finesse2tymes
Finesse2tymes
Vocals
Hunxho
Hunxho
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ibrahim Dodo
Ibrahim Dodo
Songwriter
Ricky Hampton
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
Xabian Woods
Xabian Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Kornhauser
Zach Kornhauser
Mastering Engineer
Clay Perry
Clay Perry
Mixing Engineer
DJ X.O.
DJ X.O.
Producer
Jeff Windle
Jeff Windle
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Standin' out the meat side (huh), came from the seaside (huh) Beefin' with the guy, lil' boy outside and he don't get tired So came in the game made his own lane over here on D-Ride (for realz) Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now Mom doing better now, made vows that I won't let her down 49 charges on my Rico they couldn't see me now On God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got harder (Hunxho thank you -) I'm billin' out, shit, no so solid, this a fake If you feel some way just ask me, talking down, no this ain't that I shoulda answer when you call, 100 problems on my back C-Major, Lord, don't fall about it, I pray the Lord just bring him back I'm out of lane, know I out route, but I crash like Carrick Know they bleed, how we bleed, they shed blood, I'm not escaped I'm still bleeding, sorry I stay down, did my best I pull up, blowin' at these niggas Know I heard what y'all say, time I pull up This ain't nothing, this shit'll cook up With her face on it, she look up (gal) Thirty thousand just to book at SP He don't still say it's when he bleed He done toast it, be on the East, know them boy, don't come outside Send them niggas straight to God, I heard them boy, they talkin' down Watch it, 'cause I probably robbed him, go drop off 100,000 Watch it, this is for my mama, 'cause my block get high I'm to my body, remember days, I couldn't afford it Niggas hate me, they shittin' on me, hit this switch, I'll do it humble AK in the space spot (yeah), who wanna run with me? I'm the man in this bitch (me), who wanna come with me? Fuckin' with that Latin-ass nigga, I'm the truth I still eat a cold coke with chips and jungle juice I still pull up in this shit, been sittin' on 28 steel Still wear the same clothes, fine, they ain't spilt If I wanted to, I'd buy the whole store and make it bigger I got four hoes, live in one spot like I'm the man I'm the player of the year, you're like 36 zip It's a tip, but I make these block jump like it's the feel I still fuck a ghetto booty, miss ass bitch With them badass kids and them trifling ass friends Keep it hood Standin' out the meat side (yes), came from that seaside Beefin' with the guy, the boy outside and he don't get tired Choke him in the game, made his own lane over here on D-Ride Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now Mom doin' better now, made vows that I won't let her down 49 charges on my record, they couldn't see me down It's on God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got hard When you see me out in traffic, nigga, look the other way 'Cause I ain't talkin', I ain't clitchin', bitch, I'm comin' off the waves Give a fuck about no camera, give a fuck about no witness (about no witness) I had to throw this shit away before I let a nigga get it (I got 'em) I got a million Instagram whores likin' all my posts Give a fuck about your feelings, I'm just tryin' to fuck you through Give a fuck about no DJ who don't wanna spit my shit (my shit) 'Cause if all else fails, I know how to break a bitch Give a fuck about the feds, tell them, free the cartel (free the cartel) Gagged off all the years, I'ma keep them in my prayers Give a fuck about promoters, that ain't fuckin' with my price Gotta watch you try to book me, 'cause I know these niggas shy You wanna treat me out by life, I know that I've been tryna get me I told you to shoot whoever or whatever looks a suspicious And she the clan, nigga, fuck whoever, go against it Got to reach out to your God and tell him, crown me king of men I'm just sayin' Standin' out the meat side (yes), came from that seaside Beefin' with the guy, the boy outside and he don't get tired Choke him in the game, made his own lane over here on D-Ride Came out the ghetto, chains on my sweater now Mom doin' better now, made vows that I won't let her down 49 charges on my record, they couldn't see me down On God though, I bow my head and talk to God when shit got hard Talk to God when shit got harder Crown me king of Memphis Reach out to your god and tell him, crown me king of Memphis Get there, tell him, crown me king of Memphis Reach out to your god and tell him, crown me king of Memphis, nigga
Writer(s): Xabian Woods, Ricky Hampton, Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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