Lyrics I Like (feat. Loco Negro) - Bozo

On my daughters, I go harder than your whole squad
Big Chevy blue pit in the front yard
Big Glock, big dick fuck a bitch off
Used to dream about this shit, now it′s our job
Street god I'm in debt to you, forever I′m in awe
Kept my mouth shut when the devil took a saw
We don't bend, we don't fold, we don′t wear our girls clothes
Pussy trying to show off more curves than their hoes
They threaten me with death but I′m on 10 toes
Pull up to the hood with about 10 hoes
Put 'em on a shirt, now you got dead bros
His girl tried to warn ′em, boy let it go
But you know how it go, puddles wanna bark
Send my dogs on 'em, now he layin′ on the block
Shit get real when the shooter spot a mark
Semi's out the window, you can see it when it spark

I like big guns and I cannot lie
Holding hands with a black four-five
When I pull up to the place
I′m a put it to your face
We don't ever leave a trace, you gon' die
I like big guns and I cannot lie
Holding hands with a black four-five
When I pull up to the place
I′m a put it to your face
We don′t ever leave a trace, you gon' die

Okay stop, listen, don′t look no further
On my mama I'm a straight murder
Why I gotta pull out to prove a point?
I don′t need no thick bitches to roll my joint
Your shit [?] is kept and your family wetter
I been around the shit forever, you know what I rep
All that down talk shit y'all a different language
I don′t understand your language, y'all are barely famous
I'm a High Cali Soldier, my guns are hova
I might be older but these guns are killer
Rock steady and my Glock stay ready
It′s customized and the shit top heavy
My hands dirty and my shoes are bright
Pants clean and the shirt all white
I ain′t want it like this but I'm in killing mode
When I pull up to your spot, your ass falls right bitch

I like big guns and I cannot lie
Holding hands with a black four-five
When I pull up to the place
I′m a put it to your face
We don't ever leave a trace, you gon′ die
I like big guns and I cannot lie
Holding hands with a black four-five
When I pull up to the place
I'm a put it to your face
We don′t ever leave a trace, you gon' die