Big Hungry Monster

Prof

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    I'ma get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
    Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)

    Big boy, big game, choose a flavor
    Big toys, big chain, you's a hater
    Pink Floyd, Butane, excuse me waiter
    We stand on hallowed ground, go like dun dun dun pay dirt!
    Bush whackin' my way up the tax brackets
    Jack you talkin' bout practice?
    I'm known as the fastest, ever since Cassius passed
    You slow as molasses
    I'm loud and I'm brash
    I'm swerving through lanes like a lass having contractions
    Cut up a half a patch of acid
    A little less conversation and more action

    Gotta get it crackin' the minute that they can make it happen
    Working back at Dillon's, I kill em until I'm living lavish
    I could big up every single bro that they say that could help me
    I would rather take out my piece and go take a look at revenge

    I'ma get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
    Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
    Said I'ma get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
    Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)

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    Swag long as the Moon to earth
    King of the mother fucking universe
    Opps is food, ooh dessert
    Take dude to church, I'm doing the work
    In the same breath I'ma loot the purse
    Too berzerk, my boo shoot to murk
    It ain't hard to tell 'bout who's in first
    Why grab two stones when I can shoot the bird?

    Lit as fuck
    Don't want none
    Mercedes truck
    Not enough
    More power, more pain
    More money, more gains
    More haters, more chains
    More houses, more planes

    Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
    Dominate until we get into the Guinness
    I wake up in the morning, I'm the shit as is
    If you shoot for the king you better kill that bitch
    Yeah, I'ma make em feel that shit, pressure non-stop
    I'ma make em eat that shit, with some hot sauce
    I'ma knock the block off, put it in a crock pot
    And do the cha-cha

    I'ma get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
    Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)
    Said I'ma get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
    Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy (grimey muddy, grimey muddy)

    Just like that, there you have it

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