Correction Lyrics Uncle Tommy by BigWalkDog

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[Intro]
(Damn, Clemsy, you snapped on this one)
Hey
(Pablo, you crazy for this motherfucker)
Hey, hey

[Chorus]
I just get the bread, the green, the cheese
The Bible on the dresser, I was scared to read
The first one to answer be the last one to leave
Uncle Tommy Ray Charles, had his way with the ki'
Diamonds on ski
VVS diamonds on me
Diamonds every time I say cheese
Don't shit come free
Everything come with a fee
Every real nigga fuck with me
Big Icy WalkDog, 1017
I'm the same nigga from the hood havin' dreams
Money got long like a stretched limousine
All a sudden all these bitches wanna love me
But I ain't got shit for a bitch but a dream
And I ain't got nothin' on my mind but the green
And she a meat eater, she'll eat the whole thing
And she a real freak, she'll suck the bitch clean
Money Yao Ming

[Verse 1]
And this chopper come from Beijing
Cuh jammed, he been gone since eighteen
Bitch, I been ballin', I deserve eight rings
And you can't leave the table 'til the whole plate clean
Do you know what I mean?
Nigga, you ain't seen what I seen
Gucci frame make the dirt look clean
Mix it with the mid, make the work look green
Then you sell it top dollar, keep the same routine
Just popped the blue bean, I'm hallucinating
Really came from the bottom, mix the purple with the green
Cuh geeked on the cup, Steve Urkel on the lean
Give me R&B vibes, no need to go sing
Ever time I go pray, I put on Chrome Heart rings
Ever time she want a bag, she want a Goyard thing
Big dog in the flesh, they gon' know 'bout me
I ain't gotta push nothin', they gon' know I'm P
Big one eleven Walk, nigga know 'bout he
And the hoes love me, they gon' go where I be
No diamonds in my mouth on my old ID
Every time I go out, gotta show my teeth
Big dog by myself, bitch, I hold my leash
I'ma say what I'ma say, can't hold my peace
I'm around like a circle, I can show my reach
Everybody 'round me full, I don't know no leech, capisce?

[Verse 2]
Nah, I ain't got nothin' on my mind but the paper
With the candy, won't paint it, gun ain't got no safety
I be walkin' 'round with racks on me, no saving
Pray they come take it, Lord, know they won't make it
Granny left me, she ain't even see eighty (Damn)
Named my son Junior, she ain't even see the baby
Goddamn, that's crazy
Lost in the game, come see about me later
In the soul, in the flesh, still a Trick City baby
MFC raised me, rap shit paid me (Yep)
And I roll with my daddy, so this trap shit made me
In my mama green car, servin' pills to the patients
In the black bookbag, had a silver .380
With a red [?][2:24], smokin' more than Jamaican
When the sun go down, mask up like Jason
First come, first serve, first serve made eighty
I don't trust these niggas 'cause they pig like bacon
And I don't trust these hoes, they'll turn like tables
Way back in the gap, I was so unable
Now get it direct, I ain't talking 'bout cable
I live in the suburbs, I don't know my neighbors
My face card valid, overturn my cases
Only like blue faces, do that make me racist?
When I go to the bank, pay me in Caucasians

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