โหลดเพลง mp3 Appetizer - JT The Bigga Figga

Appetizer - JT The Bigga Figga/RBL Posse
I told you once I told you twice the Bigga Figga
Ni**a ain't nothing nice so get your game for the day I
Advise ya it ain't the meal it's just the meal it's
Just the appetizer
Start the flow show playas gotta get low
Popping at the ho hoes in the front row
Mack on a b**ch for the hell of it
Because it's not relevant but still she gotta do it
I do what I want to do the boys in the blue
Wanna f**k with the niggas in my crew
Knowing it's the top notch down with the functions
Better known as the get low productions
Passing them licks going nationwide

Sh*t was thick when I was taking that ride
Trying to get a show here trying to get a show there
Mothaf**kas tripping but a ni**a didn't care
Bumping my sh*t everywhere I went
Getting my money in dollars and cents
Jigging my tapes on Mac daddy boulevard
Didn't give a f**k if you had a hot credit card
Playing my demo rolling in a limo
Me and young Herm with the indo
Two Mack daddies dog and a caddy
Pitbull drop gold Z's and a candy
D Moe the youngsta seff the Gaffla
JT the bigga what more could you ask for
Maybe you could ask for steve or Gigolo
If I didn't tell you then they will let you know
Peeping out game so you better try to wise up
It ain't the meal it's just the appetizer

Yeah that's my boy JT in this mothaf**king record for
You just a little appetizer but now we got the full
Force meal cause you know the deal ya know
At the party at the Hyatt hotel
You ain't got a room too bad oh well
You can be a baller with a fat stack
But forger the a** if you ain't no rapper
Popping at a b**ch but that ain't sh*t
The ni**a that qualified got a platinum hit
That's right groupies playing like snoopy
All I want is the oochie coochie
Trying to get them before they get me
Plotting on the one with all the money
A honda accord and a gang of a**
On my tip for a backstage pass
Telling me to come whenever I'm ready
Asking more questions than fab five Freddy
End of the summer and sh*t kinda cool
Wanna give up the a** before they go back to school
Notice at a party b**ches be in fresh clothes
See right through them they ain't nothing but turf hoes
Straight pony tails and clothes that they borrowed
Look good now they won't look good tomorrow
Niggas going out for punk a** b**ches
Keeping 'em fresh and a pocket full or riches
Get some game is what you better do
Find a trick and sell her a dream or two
That's how it's done in the city of Frisco
Niggas be macking niggas be getting low
Not going low on them hoes like them others
Being myself I can't be like them brothers
You better get some game and you better try to wise up
But if you eat the a** then that's your appetizer
Yeah what's up my ni**a you done that sh*t what's up
My ni**a JT's in the mothaf**king house kick some more
Of that sh*t for your boy
Starting my last verse straight outta Frisco
Coming from the shoulders don't need no pistol
Niggas always talking about how they gangstas
Pop a ni**a quick but I'd rather bank ya
And wake you up and bank your a** again
And go to the store for some juice and gin
And walk to the house and make me another hit
SP 12 coming out with some funky sh*t
Like this song here called appetizer
Just to let you know and just to remind ya
Popping much flavor is it spicy enough
Or is it too tender or is it too tough
I think I put it together just fine
Ya hear me once and ya wanna rewind
So that's just letting me know that it's on hit
You hear my style and niggas can't f**k with it
Try to play deep and they out on the show
Going toe to toe they can't f**k with my flow
Cause you know my style too sick

Like the crazy mothaf**ka named Gin the pit
Shake 'em up shake 'em up shake 'em
Drag him in a cut cause now it's time to break him
Tear it off ni**a what you got
Tip toe tip toe to the mothaf**king spot