Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mr. Bigg, excuse me
Yeah, what's up, what's up?
Listen, now that the trial is over
And you're out, what is your next plan?
My next plan is to put my pistols up
And I'ma let my hair down
Let your hair down? Could you define that for me, please
Well, I'ma show these cats how to be a playa
What is your definition of player?
[Verse 2]
I got long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
[Verse 3]
Well, I stepped in the club
I got my hair laid back
Got my cane in my hand wearin' slacks and flats
All them hoes looking at me, but them **** look harder
Got a diamond on my hand 'bout the size of a quarter
Now if a bitch talk shit, I talk shit back
Bitch, I got a thirty-five hundred dollar hat
You like that, I know you do
I even get my nails done too
Plus I got a dick like a fuckin' mule
[Verse 4]
Now we can go and get some Hen'
I can fuck you while my **** fuck your friend
I know it's a sin
I'm only having fun
I like slinging dick
You like drinking cum
Sing it for me
[Verse 5]
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
[Verse 6]
Now let's go get it
I'm talkin' about my cheese and my muthafuckin' chickens
Alabama pimpin' and it's best, bitch listen
I'm about to talk some shit 'cause y'all in my kitchen
Thinkin' you's a winner 'cause you're cookin' me some dinner
Well bitch, you got a long way to run
Your pussy too big to be so muthafuckin' young
I remember you from grade six
You was voted most likely to be somebody, now you ain't shit
[Verse 7]
And now you got a bunch of badass kids
And all six of they daddies in the fuckin' pen
I was voted most likely to end up dead
Now I fuck hoes on thirty thousand dollar beds
Yeah, bitch, you heard what the fuck I said
I got bad hoes puttin' perms in my head
And bitch, I don't care
I'll fuck you while you're standing right there
Tell your friends what my name is
[Verse 8]
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
[Verse 9]
Well, I'm the fool of the clique
Talk the most shit
Fuck the baddest bitches
Sling the most dick
Yeah, bitch, I'm rich
Look at my wrist
Twenty thousand dollars on my New Year's Eve outfit
Look at the diamonds
Babe, ain't they shining
Me and my lil' boy mountain climbin'
Guess what I done did
Bought a new crib
The last Mr. Bigg got some spoiled ass kids
All in the club
Smokin' on the dub
Gettin' fucked up
Mayesville, what?
So throw your hands in the muthafuckin' air
And show some love to a Alabama playa
They call me
[Verse 10]
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
[Verse 11]
Long hair, I got a pocket full of stones
And bad hoes wanna play on my phone
I talk plenty shit, muthafucka, I'm grown
And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
[Verse 12]
Walk with it, Mr. Bigg, walk with it
Walk with it, Mr. Bigg, walk with it
Walk with it, Mr. Bigg, walk with it
Walk with it, Mr. Bigg, walk with it
[Verse 13]
I said jump with it, Mr. Bigg, jump with it
Jump with it, Mr. Bigg, jump with it
Jump with it, Mr. Bigg, jump with it
Jump with it, Mr. Bigg, jump with it
[Verse 14]
Long hair (Yeah, pocket full of stones)
I got the bad ho (Playin' on my phone)
I talk plenty shit (Plenty shit, you stupid bitch)
Everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
Long hair
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