Big Face Luciano - Twenty Five Eight (feat. Xavier White) Lyrics

Give me a god damn hour lord yeah

God damn

One time for the big homie
One time for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind

Screaming money ain't thang
Gotta let a nigga know

Need a f*cking extra hour
Cuz a nigga Tryna blow like

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Yeah

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord yeah

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Baby

Big Face, Luciano

Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord yeah

Money on my mind
Dreaming what the creme about

On my grind like 9 to 5
Homie I ain't clocking out

Buzz getting bigger tho
Watch me grow bean sprout

Got these lames, out my lane
Started me a G route

On the road to riches
Jumpin Ditches, it's a mean drought

Flip digits acrobatic, boss route
I can feel it in the clouds, Looch getting closer now

Pow, bust it down
Bow down, here's the king
Bada Bing

Listen to the speakers jump
Watch my speakers thump

So heavy in the streets
All you rappers weak as f*ck

Blow past ya schmucks
My bitch badder, Pockets Phatta

Big Face, it's in us we trust, uggh

You know the motto
Snap my fingers swallow
Wind blow like Chicago
Money I won the lotto

King Tut, just like the Pharoah
Today is now tomorrow
Twenty five eight
Yes, it is the motto

God damn
One time for the big homie
One time for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like

Money ain't thang
Gotta let a nigga know
Need a f*cking extra hour
Cuz a nigga Tryna blow like

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Yeah

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Yeah, give me a god damn hour lord, yeah

Manifest my destiny
Call me Mr. Kennedy
Certainly my melody
Got you saying grace to me

Sippin on the herbal tea
Looking at the thrown's vacancy
All I see is Ecstasy, while I'm counting all this, currency

Pleasantly my specialty
Guarantee my embassy in Tennessee or Germany
The weaponry the enemy, the recipe the enemy
Suffer this pain, yes, through this penalty

The picture vivid
The picture livid
The vision gifted

Feel the vision
Know the mission is chasing chicken

Road to riches
Jumpin ditches, flippin digits

We fourth and inches
Building bridges to go the distance

In an instant, competition need assistance

Belichick strategic
Hip hop game anemic, my sound the sound of Jesus
Too profound the Pope don't believe this!

I be grinding all day
I be hustling all night
From sun set, to sun rise

Motivation is the money
Competition is on my mind

All the time
It's all mine

Now tell me why do you
Deserve it
Deserve it more than me

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight

God damn
One time for the big homie
One time for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like

Money ain't thang
Gotta let a nigga know
Need a f*cking extra hour
Cuz a nigga tryina blow like

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Yeah

One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Yeah

Give me a god damn hour lord, yeah

Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight
Twenty five eight, baby

Yeah

Give me a god damn hour lord, yeah

Yeah... yeah... yea... yea