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Hea I Go Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Dev
Language: English
Length: 1:53
Written by: Devin Adams




Big Dev - Hea I Go Lyrics
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Where I at, here I go, Big cake, hood pro 2900, baby, what it do, Mope
The block ain't been the same since we lost that corner store
Them niggas say they slidin', that's ironic, cause they kappas
We from poverty go to school and get in loads with our FASFA
Mouth crooked, off of cheese, treat him like he Casper
We only f*ck with weed can't talk to me cause you a packer
Forever RO, forever ROO, keep it real
I don't worry about no setup, all my bitches got careers
Polish hood nigga, I don't wear grills or veneers
They take me to city, better shed, bullets, f*ck them tears
We won't go, and that's a fact
Daddy say he Rambo with that Drako, get you whacked
Pretty bitch from Dallas, throw me money, call her dak
Gangsta bitch from Port Author, did five, call her stacks
Thumbs still broke, I'm from the Whizz
You sayin' that its pressure, but your pressure be some mid
Big way too big to spin or slide since a kid
Trap got more ZaZa than a African doin' the jig
Protected by these nines, we really beat the odds
If you did it, don't be foul, gotta take your charge
Couple brothers who be thuggin', told them chill out on them bars
Never bit my tongue, in my city, I'm a God
They don't know what we go through
The fam just went in', back to back, we O and 2
Before we break them out, tell em they need the free Coop and Jew
And from the G to the Teau, long live Stank and Khunt
Long live Stank and Khunt, man
Long live Poo Poo and the youngin' too
And ell them folks they need the free coupe and Jew
88 in the red zone, he comin' home
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Where I at, here I go, Big cake, hood pro 2900, baby, what it do, Mope
The block ain't been the same since we lost that corner store
Them niggas say they slidin', that's ironic, cause they kappas
We from poverty go to school and get in loads with our FASFA
Mouth crooked, off of cheese, treat him like he Casper
We only f*ck with weed can't talk to me cause you a packer
Forever RO, forever ROO, keep it real
I don't worry about no setup, all my bitches got careers
Polish hood nigga, I don't wear grills or veneers
They take me to city, better shed, bullets, f*ck them tears
We won't go, and that's a fact
Daddy say he Rambo with that Drako, get you whacked
Pretty bitch from Dallas, throw me money, call her dak
Gangsta bitch from Port Author, did five, call her stacks
Thumbs still broke, I'm from the Whizz
You sayin' that its pressure, but your pressure be some mid
Big way too big to spin or slide since a kid
Trap got more ZaZa than a African doin' the jig
Protected by these nines, we really beat the odds
If you did it, don't be foul, gotta take your charge
Couple brothers who be thuggin', told them chill out on them bars
Never bit my tongue, in my city, I'm a God
They don't know what we go through
The fam just went in', back to back, we O and 2
Before we break them out, tell em they need the free Coop and Jew
And from the G to the Teau, long live Stank and Khunt
Long live Stank and Khunt, man
Long live Poo Poo and the youngin' too
And ell them folks they need the free coupe and Jew
88 in the red zone, he comin' home
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Writer: Devin Adams
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