Song Please Big Brother Lyrics – Jackboy

Please Big Brother Lyrics – Jackboy

Don’t Force My Hand Lyrics

(What’s Happening Chi Chi?)

(Spyda Beats)

I Told My Bi*ch I’m Having Motion

They Supposed To Hate Me

Don’t Worry About Them, They Not Killers

They Just Talking Crazy

And How These Ni*gas Be On My Di*k

This Sh*t Starting To Amaze Me

They Be Acting Like Lil’ Fu*king Hoes

Speaking About The Kid Daily

I’m Taking Trips To Dubai Just To Shop

Baby, I’m Different

Got So Much Dior In My Closet

They Say That I’m Tripping

Got So Much Blue Hundreds On Me

The Bi*ch Think That I’m Cripping

I Had To Stop Hanging With Them Ni*gas

We Ain’t Have The Same Vision

I Can’t Be Wasting Time In The Jects

I’m Tryna Stack These Mills

And How I Been Sh*tting On Them Lately

It’s Like I Got A Deal

And How I Been Sh*tting On Them Ni*gas

I Know They All Pissed

Just When You Shoot Your Shot, Lil’ Ni*ga

You Better Not Miss

Aye! Boy

Listen, If It Ain’t Safe For Me

It Ain’t Safe For Nobody Out This Bi*ch

That’s Fact, Ni*ga

Fu*k You Talking About, Ni*ga?

Stop Playing With Me, Man

Please Big Brother

Don’t Force My Hand Or People Gonna Die

Please Big Brother, Don’t Force My Hand

That’s Me Putting Aside My Pride

I Flew To Haiti, Woah!Lady Say

I’m Ready For Whatever

Ni*ga Feeling Like A Gremlin, Bi*ch

I’m Feeling Just Like The Devil

I’m Moving Like A Rebel

I Won’t Di*kride For No Clout

I Don’t Like To Fu*k With Rappers

Them Ni*gas Like To Run They Mouth

I’m A G All By Myself

I Don’t Gotta Be A Hundred Deep

I Could Go Anywhere I Want

I Be Damned A Ni*ga Do Something To Me

You Got Me Feeling Like

We Could’ve Been Superstars

(For Real, My Ni*ga, We Really Could)

Pulling Up In Foreign Cars

(Yeah! For Real, For Real)

Nah, Fu*k That Sh*t, Ni*ga, No, We Couldn’t

The Main Ni*gas That Be Hating On

You Be The Ones You Think That Wouldn’t

Ni*gas Lying To The Media

Talking About Me On Interviews

I Expect That Sh*t From Them Ni*gas

They Ain’t Got Nothing Else To Do

Ain’t Nobody Catching Me Slipping

I’m Leaving The Studio Clutching Pistols

I Keep One In The Head

The Streets Done Fu*ked Up A Ni*ga Mental

I Keep One In The Head

The Streets Done Fu*ked Up A Ni*ga Mind

I Stopped Fu*king With Every Ni*ga

That Done Gave Me A Fu*ked Up Vibe

I Told DJ Close The Back Door

Don’t Let None Of Them Ni*gas In

Long As I Got You And My Brother

Promise I Don’t Need No More New Friends

The Streets Done Taught Me A Lot

No ABC’s, Just Keep FN’s

The Streets Done Taught Me A Lot To The Point

You Can’t Even Trust Your Kin

Murder On My Mind

I Pray I Never Have To Kill My Dawg

I Be Ready To Stand My Ground

Ni*ga Know I’m Not Worried About The Law

Please Big Brother

Don’t Force My Hand Or People Gonna Die

Please Big Brother, Don’t Force My Hand

That’s Me Putting Aside My Pride

I Flew To Haiti

Woah!Lady Say I’m Ready For Whatever

Ni*ga Feeling Like A Gremlin, Bi*ch

I’m Feeling Just Like The Devil

Please Big Brother

Don’t Force My Hand Or People Gonna Die

Please Big Brother

Don’t Force My Hand

That’s Me Putting Aside My Pride

I Flew To Haiti

Woah!Lady Say I’m Ready For Whatever

Ni*ga Feeling Like A Gremlin, Bi*ch

I’m Feeling Just Like The Devil