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Big Boogie – Mixed Emotions Lyrics




Big Dude


Talk your shit, n****

(Flowe Beatz did this)


I thank God that I ain’t dead yet

I’m twenty-five and I’m living, I barely leg rest

The devil tryna fuck me off, that’s just a head test

I ain’t never been sour, so fuck who said that

My last bitch went federal, that’s my lil’ fed ex

I’m on go from here on out, my shit ain’t rich yet

N**** yelling, “Fuck Boogie,” I got ’em depressed

If you ever turned your back, you get a red check

It’s a difference when you solid, you can’t head rest

I know some n***** who don’t like me, I ain’t scared yet

My daughter finna be two, I’m spending meal checks

Free my n*****, they not here, they sending jail texts, frrt

Deep dark tint, big pistol, focused

Main n**** dissed me, I be catching loafin’

Came far from Frayser, I deserve a trophy

Waterproof diamonds, I be super soaky

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Rough hands gentleman, don’t need no lotion

Kind-hearted n****, I got mixed emotions

Bitches only want you if you having motion

Brother six feet, my insides broken (Q)

Wishing for the past, I be drinking potion

Knocking shit down, bowling pin, scoring

Killing all them opps, quiet, tippy-toeing

Bad bitch with me, she asked where I’m going

Murda Grape Street, them my babies, loose screws

Uzi on a n****, baby, I know voodoo

Never run the beef, let that shit come to you

Try me, any word, they gon’ put you up on the news

Ayy, Boogie, you got ’em hot (What I do?)

Rappers jealous ’cause I’m focused and they not

I got diamonds that shoot fire (Fire)

How I get on top? (What you do?)

They don’t like me ’cause I’m thuggin’ and I’m hot

I got killers on the spot

Raris in the streets, no competing, they can’t stop

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Chopper bullet flip it, phew, phew, that shit hot

Sinking from the bottom, I’m the young n**** on top

Boogie this, Boogie that the young n**** that’s popping

CMG member, T.I.P. be the gang, you can’t flop ’em

N***** keyboard killers, in person, they’ll get shot

Ammo in my videos, ha-ha, they be proper

Pull up on the law, man, the narcs hit the block

I don’t fuck with rappers, all that bullshit they dropping

Reach his pogo sticks, they see diamonds, they gon’ hop it

Chopper hand in China, you gon’ get your ass chopped

You gon’ get your ass dropped

I post my hitters on my main page

Seven thousand ring look like lemonade

Scars start aching on a rainy day

Hate to hear negative, need a hearing aid

Beat ’em like Jody, just lift your chin up, ooh

Murda forever, I throw them M’s up

When we do go live on camera, hold them hands up

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Bitch, I’m rich, I got them bands up

Mmm (What you say now?)

Mmm (Why they hate now?)

Mmm (Throw them M’s up)

Mmm (Got my bands up)

Mmm (Shit do headshots)

Mmm (We go K shots)

Mmm (We got locations)

Mmm (Faces)

Go’n and swing that chopper, you gon’ think it’s Kroger

Tell jit get on feet, go and stop his motor, yeah

We gon’ turn him over

Big Dude

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