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Singles


Artist: Big Noyd
Total songs: 2
Year:

Shit That He Said Lyrics - Singles - Big Noyd

Yo, like a mutha 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he spread, shit that he said 

If he relies on the streets, gon leave your ass dead 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he spread, shit that he said 

If he relies on the streets gon leave your ass dead 

 

Ayyo, if you schemin', I hope your team's tight 

My dogs bite, never cockin' it twice 

Hittin' you up, makin' you sleep tight 

You never sleep, dig what I mean, right? 

You here, we prepare for machine gun fights 

 

So don't dare to ever cross hours 

Or get ready and prepare for the mobsters 

Bringin' static with these automatics 

Fuck revolvers, there is no team mobber than ours 

True thugs, ask around about us 

 

It's MD, reppin' QB, nigga, for life 

Check it G, if you don't believe 

Go and ask your wife 'cause she trife 

Nigga P hit it once and Hav hit it twice 

You wanna join the party, Noyd will hit you up right 

 

Dunn, I'll be precise, hit you with that hot shit 

I'll have your fagot ass jettin' through the block, little bitch 

I know what time it is, you drop diamonds, it's the feds 

So now I gotta go and put one up in your head 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he spread, shit that he said 

If he relies on the streets, gon leave your ass dead 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he spread, shit that he said 

If he relies on the streets gon leave your ass dead 

 

Yo, it's time to drag the phones in the home 

It's time to be alone, I'm zonin' 

The only thing in the back of my mind, shit is blowin' 

Either blowin' on beef, blowin' these cats up in the street 

Or shorty blowin' me while we roll in the jeep 

 

Dunn, that ain't hard to see, it be that true life story 

The young arm from QB, picture me being corny 

Been hot since I stepped up, God forbid I ever fall down 

I'm just gon get up, and keep it movin' 

 

I keep it reppin' with fully automatic weapons 

Make them bleed for the cheese, no question 

Keep steppin', my glock's cock, what? I pop shit, what? 

Y'all cowards is butt, fuck around and get stuck 

 

Before you fools make a move, I know you dudes better think 

'Cause I light that ass up fast as you can blink 

With one life to live, kid I'm livin' with a 'venge 

After dark, when the guns spark, saga begins, begins what? 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he spread, shit that he said 

If he relies on the streets, gon leave your ass dead 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

If he relies on the streets gon leave your ass dead 

 

You ready for war, yo, nigga, it's war, say no more 

I'll be at your front door with the chrome 44 

Squeezin', leavin' your fuckin' whole house bleedin' 

And dead cause of the shit that you said 

 

And the shit that you spread got you filled up with lead 

And leakin' 'cause your monkey ass wasn't thinkin' 

You fuckin' with this black half Puerto Rican 

Like I said in my last song, nigga, don't get it wrong 

 

I'm a bugged out, thugged out, crimy 

Nigga goin' all out, slugged out, and grimy 

52 pick up, nigga, check this here, this a stick up 

And Tech on your neck, makin' sure you don't get up 

 

Went from rockin' Benetton to bein a don 

Now it's way Kenneth Cole with Timberlands 

Stray street don, my moms must have knew it was on 

Since the day she gave birth and named me Tahwan 

Let's get it on 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he spread, shit that he said 

If he relies on the streets, gon leave your ass dead 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

If he relies on the streets, gon leave your ass dead 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

If he relies on the streets, gon leave your ass dead 

 

Shit that he said, shit that he spread 

Led to this fuckin' four fifth to his head 

Shit that he said 

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