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Big Plays Video (MV)




Performed By: Patrick Paige II
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Bobby Jr. Watson, Patrick II Paige




Patrick Paige II - Big Plays Lyrics




Don't be face timing my phone ain't got time for that Lately I been in my zone a nigga got ryhmes for that Money, power, success a nigga on the grind for that Phone probably on silent ain't got time for chats broke as a joke ain't funny nigga
Church sold me hope I was bummy nigga
Older smarter ain't a dummy nigga
Crushing beats till they crummy nigga
In my way you better f*cking not
Cause if you in my way you's a f*cking opp
And if you cappin' nigga then we on yo head and you outta time cause we ran the clock
Vapor Max with fresh socks and sweats on I'm a boss nigga
Pockets used to be wiz khalifa now I need em on rick ross nigga
Whole life took loses nigga, Now I'm setting up these offers nigga Chicken wings got extra sauce, but I been had that sauce nigga
I believe in God but don't cross a nigga
Right there you done lost a nigga
Trust me you don't wanna lose a nigga Cause you gon' be the only loser nigga Bitches bad wanna chose a nigga
Don't trust these hoes wanna use a nigga Stay out the way and I stack my bread
I got time to sleep when I'm dead

I make big plays, boss moves money on the line, all the time I just gotta shine out here on the grind, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way
I make big plays, boss moves money on the line, all the time I just gotta shine out here on the grind, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way

Look, off the dribble been the man I just had to say it
South Central state of mind watch me how I play it
From the slums we caught fades with the best of em'
They hated on us now we ballin' with the rest of em'
For every day my mama struggled I'ma flex on em'
I just do it bossed up and cash cash checks on em'
Looking back nigga we came up in a major way
My daughter 4 now I'm out here tryna make a way
I make the plays I call the shots they say I paved the way, LA on my fitted westside where the Lakers play,
I get respect when I step big boss status, bank account going platinum million off trappin'
I buss down my neck and wrist I just love to shine, on Western in that foreign top back in the summer time
This for the ladies working hard doing over time, this for the homies locked down facing 5 to 9

I make big plays, boss moves money on the line, all the time I just gotta shine out here on the grind, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way
I make big plays, boss moves money on the line, all the time I just gotta shine out here on the grind, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way
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Don't be face timing my phone ain't got time for that Lately I been in my zone a nigga got ryhmes for that Money, power, success a nigga on the grind for that Phone probably on silent ain't got time for chats broke as a joke ain't funny nigga
Church sold me hope I was bummy nigga
Older smarter ain't a dummy nigga
Crushing beats till they crummy nigga
In my way you better f*cking not
Cause if you in my way you's a f*cking opp
And if you cappin' nigga then we on yo head and you outta time cause we ran the clock
Vapor Max with fresh socks and sweats on I'm a boss nigga
Pockets used to be wiz khalifa now I need em on rick ross nigga
Whole life took loses nigga, Now I'm setting up these offers nigga Chicken wings got extra sauce, but I been had that sauce nigga
I believe in God but don't cross a nigga
Right there you done lost a nigga
Trust me you don't wanna lose a nigga Cause you gon' be the only loser nigga Bitches bad wanna chose a nigga
Don't trust these hoes wanna use a nigga Stay out the way and I stack my bread
I got time to sleep when I'm dead

I make big plays, boss moves money on the line, all the time I just gotta shine out here on the grind, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way
I make big plays, boss moves money on the line, all the time I just gotta shine out here on the grind, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way

Look, off the dribble been the man I just had to say it
South Central state of mind watch me how I play it
From the slums we caught fades with the best of em'
They hated on us now we ballin' with the rest of em'
For every day my mama struggled I'ma flex on em'
I just do it bossed up and cash cash checks on em'
Looking back nigga we came up in a major way
My daughter 4 now I'm out here tryna make a way
I make the plays I call the shots they say I paved the way, LA on my fitted westside where the Lakers play,
I get respect when I step big boss status, bank account going platinum million off trappin'
I buss down my neck and wrist I just love to shine, on Western in that foreign top back in the summer time
This for the ladies working hard doing over time, this for the homies locked down facing 5 to 9

I make big plays, boss moves money on the line, all the time I just gotta shine out here on the grind, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way
I make big plays, boss moves money on the line, all the time I just gotta shine out here on the grind, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way, make a way, tryna make a way tryna make a way
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Writer: Bobby Jr. Watson, Patrick II Paige
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