Big Tempa lyrics

by

Zotiyac


[Intro]
No filter sh*t
Ayy, huh
Yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
Big temper (Ayy), big spinner, them boys gon' spin sum' (Ayy woah)
Them boys be hittin' fences (Ayy), just to get that n*gga (Ayy), they gon' get 'em gone
They probably gon' call forensics (Ayy), but that ain't gon' help 'em
And the only witness gone, they f*ckin' missin' (f*ckin' miss)
What I touch turn to dust, b*tch keep yo' f*ckin' distance (Keep yo' f*ckin')
f*ckin' folding Glock do damage
Put that boy up like the barefoot bandit
When you see the n*gga body like a werewolf, probably got hit with some sh*t from a whole 'nother planet

[Bridge]
Ayy
Huh, yuh, yuh
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Verse]
n*gga see a Blu-ray tryna send a diss
Like a DVD how we gon' slide in this b*tch
Yeah, the stupid ass n*gga got caught in thе car that his ho be drivin', he died with thе b*tch
That's a sad ass case, shot to the head make a n*gga sh*t leak, leave a fat ass face (Bah, bah)
I'll take a n*gga out like a trash ass play (Ayy, ayy)
And I'll take a b*tch out, but I'm bad at dates
Yeah we choosing violence, shooting and driving
That b*tch said I be droppin' them jewels like Stalin
And we steppin' like Nazis, I got my TEC in the concert, n*gga get stretched if he try me
Boy like Gretzky, slidin' cold with a stick
Lotta sh*t that can happen just over a brick
Caught a opp n*gga lackin' jus' holdin' his di*k (Ayy)
Face shot, leave the f*ck n*gga skull in his p*ss (Bah, bah, bah)
Man these n*ggas be pus*y, he reach his hand out, guess he want me to shake it, I just keep on lookin'
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
If he coming at me, hope he coming correct, or we get this sh*t cookin'
We get this sh*t crackin'
Big Mr. Make This sh*t Happen
And b*tch n*gga it's finna happen
Ayy, this sh*t ain't no actin', keep that stick on me like cactus
Turn that f*ckboy to a caption, he get turnt to a post
Just like a torch, get put underground, get burnt where he post
It'll put you in pain, but I'm actually doin' you a favor (Ayy), 'cause that's what you learn from the most
n*ggas ain't never heard none like this
n*ggas ain't never heard none even close
Man these b*tch ass n*ggas be all on my di*k
That sh*t don't make no sense, n*ggas worse than these hoes (The f*ck, ayy)
[Chorus]
Big temper (Ayy), big spinner, them boys gon' spin sum' (Ayy woah)
Them boys be hittin' fences (Ayy), just to get that n*gga (Ayy), they gon' get 'em gone
They probably gon' call forensics (Ayy), but that ain't gon' help 'em
And the only witness gone, they f*ckin' missin' (f*ckin' miss)
What I touch turn to dust, b*tch keep yo' f*ckin' distance (Keep yo' f*ckin')
f*ckin' folding Glock do damage
Put that boy up like the barefoot bandit
When you see the n*gga body like a werewolf, probably got hit with some sh*t from a whole 'nother planet

[Outro]
Ayy
Huh, huh
Ayy, yuh
Huh, yuh
Huh
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