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Mourning September - Long Hair lyrics
(Mr. Bigg excuse me)
 Yo what's up what's up
 (Listen now that the trial is over and you're out what is your next plan?)
 My next plan is to put my pistols up and I'ma let my hair down
 (Let your hair down, uh could you define that for me please?)
 Well I'ma show these cats how to be a playa
 (What is your definition of player, player, player?)
 I got long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phone
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phone
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Ahh, I stepped in the club
 I got my hair laid back
 Got my cane in my hand wearin slacks and flats
 All them hoes looking at me but them niggaz look harder
 Got a diamond on my hand bout the size of a quarter
 Now if a bitch talk shit I talk shit back
 Bitch I got a $3,500 hat
 You like that I know you do
 I even get my nails done too
 Plus I got a dick like a fuckin mule
 Now we can go get some Hen
 I can fuck you while my nigga fuck your friend
 I know it's a sin
 I'm only having fun
 I like slinging dick
 You like drinking cum
 Sang it for me
 Long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phone
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phone
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Now bitch go get it
 I'm talkin bout my g's and my mother fuckin chickens
 Alabama pimpin and it's best bitch listen
 I'm bout to talk some shit cause you all in my kitchen
 Thinkin you's a winner cause you cookin me some dinner
 Well bitch you got a long way to run
 Your pussy too big to be so mother fuckin young
 I remember you from grade 6
 You was voted most likely to be somebody now you ain't shit
 And now you got a bunch of bad ass kids
 And all six of they daddies in the fuckin pen
 I was voted most likely to end up dead
 Now I fuck hoes on $30,000 beds
 Yeah bitch you heard what the fuck I said
 I got bad hoes puttin perms in my head
 And bitch I don't care
 I'll fuck you while you're standing right there
 Tell your friends what my name is
 Long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phoneMourning September - Long Hair - http://motolyrics.com/mourning-september/long-hair-lyrics.html
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phone
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Well I'm the fool of the clique
 Talk the most shit
 Fuck the baddest bitches
 Sling the most dick
 Yeah bitch I'm rich
 Look at my wrist
 $20,000 on my New Year's Eve outfit
 Look at the diamonds
 Babe ain't they shining
 Me and my lil boy mountain climbin
 Guess what I done did
 Bought a new crib
 The last Mr. Bigg got some spoiled ass kids
 All in the club
 Smokin on the dub
 Gettin fucked up
 Mayesville what?
 So throw your hands in the mother fuckin air
 And show some love to a Alabama playa
 They call me...
 Long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phone
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phone
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Long hair
 I got a pocket full of stones
 A bad hoe
 Wanna play on my phone
 I talk plenty shit
 Mother fucker I'm grown
 And everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit
 Walk with it Mr. Bigg
 Walk with it
 Walk with it Mr. Bigg
 Walk with it
 Walk with it Mr. Bigg
 Walk with it
 Walk with it Mr. Bigg
 Walk with it
 I said jump wiith it Mr. Bigg
 Jump with it
 Jump with it Mr. Bigg
 Jump with it
 Jump with it Mr. Bigg
 Jump with it
 Jump with it Mr. Bigg
 Jump with it
 A long hair
 (Pocket full of stones)
 I got a bad hoe
 (Playin on my phone)
 I talk plenty shit
 (Plenty shit you stupid bitch)
 Everybody in my clique got chrome on they shit











