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Starr Fredro - Текст песни Big Shots
Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots
 And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches
 I only fucks wit' my niggas, my niggas
 So we them true-to-life killas, killas
 We takin' 'Other People Money', they money
 And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars
 Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome
 Besides that yo we stars, we stars
 I'm the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New York
 Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk
 Throwin' hits at the judges in the criminal courts
 Criminal thoughts, these streets wit' killas to sport
 This is Mafia music to murder you wit', inserted the clips
 Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this
 4/5th, burnin' my fist, pullin' shades down, murderous bitch
 Anonymous threats, blueprints designin' ya death
 Organize crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex
 Fadam or Begetz, killas might climb in ya rest
 Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest
 Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates
 Black robes, funeral homes, shootin' 'ya wake
 Kidnap, raised as children, to be rulin'
 'Other People Money', we kill men
 Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots
 And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches
 I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas
 So we them true-to-life killas, killas
 We takin' 'Other People Money', they money
 And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars
 Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome
 Besides that yo we stars, we stars
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 My goods pull, like Sammy the Bull
 Sin'll pop you, D.O.A.'ll bomb you
 Mafia style, boss me? Body a child
 When I get locked, it's like Gotti on trial
 Five years in the pen, separated from friends
 I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun
 Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist
 The type to chase death, like faces of death
 Sippin' the Henny, pray, let the Lord forgive me
 I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me
 Claimin' my church, the type to put 'woke' in the church
 If my gun jerk, more holes in ya shirt
 Bustin' my gun, who you know fuck wit' dunn
 Put six in ya burners, I ain't feelin' you son
 Stop the bull, ya ain't got guns to pull
 Ya still yappin', ain't enough gun clappin'
 Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots
 And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches
 I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas
 So we them true-to-life killas, killas
 We takin' 'Other People Money', they money
 And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars
 Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome
 Besides that yo we stars, we stars
 Aiyo, we big shots, we big shots
 And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches
 I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas
 So we them true-to-life killas, killas
 We takin' 'Other People Money', they money
 And then we buyin' all the cars, the cars
 Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome
 Besides that yo we stars, we stars










