Jay Fizzle – Big C’s Lyrics (feat. Peewee Longway)

[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
Blue chucks, purple flag
Hundred rounds on the draco
Dickies set on my ass
Locs move when I say so
Big grapes like cantaloupe
Nigga cut me, you see grape juice
All this purple on me
I got PeeWee with all this baby blue
Been gang banging since about two
Throwing hand-signs like I’m [?]
Young nigga with big choppers
In my drop top shooting out the roof
Hit ya nigga, home of the blues
You either win, you either lose
Riding ‘round with 100 youngins
Better pray to god they don’t shoot
In the neighborhood with the neighbor hoods
Rolling dice with the [?] sixty
Pouring six so I can’t miss it
Lil Fizzle just too crazy
Perfect aim, I ain’t missing
Sniper gang, long distance
Paper Route, MPA
That’s a whole lot of crips seein’ this

[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
Golden nigga, golden baby
Homicides on a shady 3-80, yeah
Cinnabuns on the Glock, baow
Neighborhood clip with the draco
Bright blue all my bitches
Bootleg my Buscemis
Fizzle great street with the crippin’
The S on my head for the sixty
Ain’t no hesitating with it
I masturbate the f**king trigger
A couple pillows in the ceiling
Hold his ass, blood [?]
They heard your screaming, they call a gang injunction
Slapping these bitches, they want the gang gang
My lil homie, I’m cripping and chain gang
Run up on you, close range, no aim
Send the blues to Jay, let’s count up these thangs
Then a C on these Cartier frames
Two double R like the front of the Phantom
Fizzle great like the Act in the Fanta
Little pocket with a blue bandana
The clip on the Draco bananas
Lock C with the crips in the grave
Pyrus gon’ pull up at the wake
Neighborhood let dope with the drakes

[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions

Big C s – Jay Fizzle feat. Peewee Longway lyrics

Lyrics Jay Fizzle – Big C s

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions.

Blue chucks, purple flag
Hundred rounds on the draco
.. set on my a*s
Locs move when I say so
Big grapes like cantaloupe
Nigga cut me, you see grape juice
All this purple on me
I got PeeWee with all this baby blue
Been gang banging since about two
Throwing hand-signs like I’m ..
Young nigga with big choppers
In my drop top shooting out the roof
Hit ya nigga, home of the blues
You either win, you either lose
Riding ‘round with 100 youngins
Better pray to god they don’t shoot
In the neighborhood with the neighbor hoods
Rolling dice with the .. sixty
Pouring six so I can’t miss it
Lil Fizzle just too crazy
Perfect aim, I ain’t missing
Sniper gang, long distance
Paper Route, MPA
That’s a whole lot of crips seein’ this.

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team versuri-lyrics.info
I got my young niggas with extensions.

Golden nigga, golden baby
Homicides on a shady 3-80, yeah
Cinnabuns on the Glock, baow
Neighborhood clip with the draco
Bright blue all my b*tches
Bootleg my Buscemis
Fizzle great street with the crippin’
The S on my head for the sixty
Ain’t no hesitating with it
I masturbate the f*cking trigger
A couple pillows in the ceiling
Hold his a*s, blood ..
They heard your screaming, they call a gang injunction
Slapping these b*tches, they want the gang gang
My lil homie, I’m cripping and chain gang
Run up on you, close range, no aim
Send the blues to Jay, let’s count up these thangs
Then a C on these Cartier frames
Two double R like the front of the Phantom
Fizzle great like the Act in the Fanta
Little pocket with a blue bandana
The clip on the Draco bananas
Lock C with the crips in the grave
Pyrus gon’ pull up at the wake
Neighborhood let dope with the drakes.

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensionsss.
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PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
I got the boots, I got a coupe
I got no roof
I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
Longway and Thugger
We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
The leprechaun bitches move
I walk in the club and I dap it
My coupe is all filled with gadgets
Get way too much green like a salad
Wrap it and ship it the package
Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
Young rich nigga live lavish
I [?] for the kids
I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
Rollin’ up the good fruit
Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
Lean, lean, lean
I’m Uncle Phil for the week
I got Pints only for me
Smokin’ on g
Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 2]
How the fuck I can’t afford
My molly white like a tourist
Her booty fatter than Norbit
I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
Just a little something to do when I get bored
Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
Imma make your bitch snort it
Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
Made a million dollar dealin’, food
My style is safari, she [?] my body
And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
No doctor prescription but we got the juice
Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice