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Tobe Nwigwe Mini Me Lyrics

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
(See your life)
Yeah (See it)
Mm (See it)
Let me talk to ’em (Look at songs)

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[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, Peter Pan to these lost boys, they follow me
Keep a heap of heat for those who creep with no apologies (Mm-mm)
Speak for those who seek to be at peace where the Walhalla be
Found peace inside monogamy, you peakin’ at the prophecy, ooh
I am the one filled with halle’
But from where they ball and parlay ’round my whole city (Halle’)
On God, I seen shells flyin’ broad day
Had me layin’ prostrate, thank Yahwеh ain’t none hit me (Yahweh)
Fat just had my son indeed, but a small catch
Is that I’vе had sons, just not out my ballsack
Fall back, I be appalled that
All that I’ve done for my sons don’t get wall plaques
Look, I should walk up in the room and see up on the wall
Greatest father figure of ’em all
Not because I’m cold and I need to thaw
Or my Southern drawl, I should get applause
For the fact I father every one of y’all
Literally, yeah, don’t belittle me
Put your hands together, say a prayer, player
Don’t forget to mention me, thank Yah that He sent for me
And I’ll continue to have empathy for all my mini me’s, ooh

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
Yeah, you’re my mini me (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)
Yeah, you’re my mini me (Not just mini me, nah)
Yeah, you’re my mini me (Say it how it should be said)
Nah, yeah (I’m sick of you bein’ nice to all these boys, they are babies)
You are my mini me (Children, sons)
You are my mini me, yeah (The only difference between them and Chu Chu)
You are my mini me (Is they ain’t come out of me, pause)
Heheheh, nah, for real (They are Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe’s sons)

[Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
D.O.L.L.A., uh, only makes sense for D.O.L.L.A. to reproduce
Did the garden labor myself, babies can eat the fruit
Where I’m from it subconsciously put the beast in you
Eat or be eaten, sweet or get you a sweeter tooth, uh
Taught me keep a tool, now I’m teachin’ tools
Want my son to rule the world, I’ma tweak the rules
Say my neck should keep some jewels, but I disagree
Degree ain’t more powerful than jewels that I’ma leave
Forty-six chromosomes, favor in twenty-three
The ones that come from me is just a different breed
Like, they ain’t come up out my sack, I slid ’em from my sleeve
First trust fund babies that’s gon’ behave as kings
Keep ya head up high, but don’t bump it on the sky
Uh, confidence is key, boy, you come from a line
Don’t make me tap yo’ wrist, make sure they know the time
It’s inside and your behavior, screamin’ that you’re mine
Tell ’em roll out the red carpet, we special people
And we don’t see nobody as less or equal
Boy, times changed, keep the energy
We prey on enemy and never let ’em take our inner peace, ooh

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
Yeah, you’re my mini me (Okay, Dame)
Yeah, you’re my mini me (Okay, Dame)
Yeah, you’re my mini me (You ain’t gotta tap yo’ wrist)
Nah, yeah (They know what time it is, you was talkin’ ’bout yo’ sons)
You are my mini me (Nah, but they your children too)
You are my mini me, yeah (They are Dame)
You are my mini me (And Tobechukwu children, welcome)
Heheheh, nah, for real (Welcome to the family, sons)

Tobe Nwigwe Head To Hades Lyrics

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ooh
Yeah
Mm-mm
You ready? Look

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
C-crack, c-crack, c-crack, that’s what my boss is
Could never play me for ho-ho-ho, I peep the clauses
My whole set is down to throw it up, but we not nauseous
And I got big drip, big splash and whatever else out the faucet
Yeah, it get slippery ’round a big splasher
Yo’ ‘hood fill a whole bunch of sombreros, big cappers
I’m good with my cornea on a sparrow when it get critical
But my ‘hood keep a bag of sticks like a scarecrow, wig snatchers
Ooh, guard your head top, head top
Serpent slidin’ by your ankles plottin’ leg locks, leg locks
Been here ten toes in the gravеl, but I ain’t from bedrock
Guard your bread chop, your yeast risе, most thieves’ eyes deadlock on all your treasure
Most measure man’s worth, but what brings pleasure?
I endeavor to add some feathers on the wings of those transgressors that feel lesser
And can’t quite apply the pressure to the esophagus of they oppressor
I hope my bars are intercessin’ to end the efforts of all you little devils

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
Yeah, go to hell
Hey, lil’ devil, go to hell
Huh, all you devils, go to hell
You think you know me well, but go to hell, yeah

[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9″]
T’Challa business, radiation through a microwave
What y’all have witnessed is aviation through a tidal wave
I get paid then I just ice the Jacob like the Ice-capade
Francis Cress Welsing, Isis papers replaced by Bible page
Huh, cry at the wedding and hire my wife, you bridal maid
Frankie Beverly singin’ my angry medley through a cyber maze
Huh, so guard your head top, head top
This is pressure, pressure in the form of a headlock, headlock, huh
(Huh) And this where my niggas done hustle, police patrollin’ the freeway
(Woah) This is for Nipsey Hussle, holy theologian, C-Day
Them snakes is hissin’, play your position like Kobe and D. Wade
Old school ’64 sittin’ in mint condition, like Tobe Nwigwe
Go to hell

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
Yeah, go to hell
Hey, lil’ devil, go to hell
Huh, all you devils, go to hell
You think you know me well, but go to hell, yeah

[Bridge: Foggieraw & Tobe Nwigwe]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Brrt, brrt, ayy, hello, is this God?
(Yo, this Him) Well, I’ll be damned, what’s up, God?
I got nothin’ to say, yeah, what’s up, God?
Heh, what’s up, God? Heh, what’s up, God?
Brrt, brrt, ayy, hello, is this God for real?
(Yeah, this Him) I’ll be damned, what’s up, God?
What should I say if the devil call?
What should I say if the devil ever call? (Hey)

[Chorus: Foggieraw]
Go to hell, uh huh, go to hell, ayy
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy (Now you say it)
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy (Now you say it)
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy (Now you say it)
Go to hell, mm-mm, go to hell, ayy
Go to hell, mm-mm, [?], go to hell

Tobe Nwigwe Catfish Blackened W/ Grits Lyrics

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ooh
Yeah
West!

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, first off for my daughters
I live by the motto “Execute or get executed”
I started goin’ harder since the one and only
Mrs. Carter put her stamp on the movement
Home improvement how I move with tools
‘Cause that’s how I was groomed on the southwest side of Houston
Baby mama got induced and gave birth to a Chukwu
Six weeks later we back to goosin’, uh
Might just hit her with a back-to-back
And then a back-to-back and then a back-to-back
That’s at least six babies out my sack
If a freak try to speak to me, she decap’
Pitated Fat ain’t playin’, pistol sprayin’
If hoes gravitatin’ towards me
Trust me, it ain’t nothin’ personal
We just out here movin’ like a G-Unit, no 50 ‘nem
Was broke, now the doughnuts like Krispy Kreme
Don’t drink, but Fat might sip a whiskey blend
From Uncle Nearest, she send spirits
For all our ancestors that started the whiskey trend
And me, I’m the designated D, capeesh?
Been out here droppin’ heat for weeks, capeesh?
Gon’ be a beast until I cease to speak on beats, capeesh? Sheesh

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
This sound like catfish, blackened with (Grits)
Hot as summer, pull up on my baby mama
Make her lil’ back bend for (Kids)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It’s rich)
All of my black friends (Legit)
All of our black trends is (Lit)
This sound like catfish, blackened with (Grits)
Hot as summer, pull up on my baby mama
Make her lil’ back bend for (Kids)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It’s rich)
All of my black friends (Legit)
All of our black trends

[Verse 2: CeeLo Green]
I need no introduction, you know who it wasn’t
My fingernails dirty, I work in construction
For lunch had a strike, ain’t the po’ boy type
Khaki Dickies fall right on my dope boy Nike
I got four and a baby, listen while I whip him
And hot out the grease, got the big piece of chicken
I’m movin’ and groovin’, Peruvian, ‘scuse me
Then uh oh, Houston, think we got a solution (Woo)
I’m really just a family man (Family man)
With a little pitch of Zatarain (Zatarain)
Got attorneys and trustees, the kids got keys
Aw hell, we’re a family band, ooh
All over the atlas
The work do the waltz, somersaults and backflips, huh
And if you ever wanna be that rich
You’re gonna need my mother’s recipe for catfish, uh (Sheesh)

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
This sound like catfish, blackened with (Grits)
Hot as summer, pull up on my baby mama
Make her lil’ back bend for (Kids)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It’s rich)
All of my black friends (Legit)
All of our black trends is (Lit)
This sound like catfish, blackened with (Grits)
Hot as summer, pull up on my baby mama
Make her lil’ back bend for (Kids)
Yeah, look at my black skin (It’s rich)
All of my black friends (Legit)
All of our black trends is lit (Lit)

Tobe Nwigwe Wildlings Lyrics

[Intro]
Cory Mo
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, DUCKWRTH & Johnny Venus]
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (Get down)
‘Cause where we from
You cannot come up ’til you get down (Get down)
You know when we see 12
We gon’ get downed, so don’t make a sound (Silence)
Now bring it back around (Get down, look)

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Flow sick, hospital, every time I bust a riddle
You should feel like gettin’ down (Get down)
Move your feet just a little, get to actin’ like a pistol
Started bustin’ on the ground (Get down)
You know I’m straight up out the Lief, better watch how you speak
Real G’s don’t chattеr (Shh)
From Bissonnet to Club Creek, if you loose with your teeth
Glass jaw get shattеred, ouch
But it don’t matter, every hood the same
It’s all a platter of disaster made
By hopeless bastards that been trapped in chains
Who grew up backwards and attached to pain
Ooh, ouch, but it’s involuntary
The root of evil ain’t necessarily monetary
My partners tell me I’m blessed to carry the commentary
Forward to the masses that never walk past the monastery
Ooh, holy flow, but you know me, though
Always weary of the coons and the okie doke
Shout out to modern luxury for editorials that showed
That we smashin’ the fashion, the bars and the choreo, ooh

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, DUCKWRTH & Johnny Venus]
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (Get down)
‘Cause where we from
You cannot come up ’til you get down (Get down)
You know when we see 12
We gon’ get downed, so don’t make a sound (Silence)
Now bring it back around (Get down, okay)

[Verse 2: DUCKWRTH]
They said they had enough, we do too much
Homie, I say, “Bring it back” (Bring it back)
I used to keep the afro puffed but now it’s tucked
But really I should bring it back
We, we was there, black on black, shades and gats
And homie I say, “Bring it back”
‘Cause when the crackers start creepin’ like a thief or a demon
Like it’s really huntin’ season, you be lookin’ for the strap
I brought that back, now I bring it forward (Uh)
I’m young and I’m Black and I feel enormous
Like a dragon in a cave layin’ calm and dormant
Tobe asked me for the fire, almost burnt the forest
And from them ashes, I saw greatness forming
Like a new Black Wall Street, great and gorgeous
So keep your eyes open for the 12 informants
They gon’ try to infiltrate but we gon’ get it regardless
And if it ain’t big, I don’t comprehend (Big)
Big and bold, baby I don’t blend (No)
Black is God, that ain’t no trend
You lookin’ for the answer, take a look at my skin, on God

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, DUCKWRTH & Johnny Venus]
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (Get down)
‘Cause where we from
You cannot come up ’til you get down (Get down)
You know when we see 12
We gon’ get downed, so don’t make a sound (Silence)
Now bring it back around (Get down)

[Verse 3: Johnny Venus]
Father, can You hear me?
Gun shots rang while I’m down on my knees
Couple bullets came near me
Or did I pick a bad time?
Maybe I should call back, signal mighty busy
Operator operatin’ on caller number 9
Can’t stop the bleedin’
Oh man, what is y’all eatin’?
Baby still teething, checks ain’t came in
Job ain’t call back so I’m back to thievin’
Stimulus bounced back, can’t even count that
I’ma hit a lick, one thing I achieve in
I’ma get an A+, heard about the cash register down the street
You and I, we can lean in
That’s some unity you and I can believe in
You can hold the spray, if it’s foul, get to squeezin’
Tickle of the trigger, let the thang get to sneezin’
Moment of silence, I think he stopped breathin’

[Bridge: Tobe Nwigwe, DUCKWRTH & Johnny Venus]
It ain’t hard to do dirt when you fresh out the mud
You know the devil gon’ lurk, better keep a couple slugs
It ain’t hard to do dirt when you fresh out the mud
You know the devil gon’ lurk, better keep a couple slugs (Look)
We got problems, we got pain
At the end of the day, it’s all the same
They say you go the farthest when you try your hardest
Not to refrain (From gettin’ down)

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, DUCKWRTH & Johnny Venus]
This song is for the wildlings without a crown (Get down)
‘Cause where we from
You cannot come up ’til you get down (Get you down)
You know when we see 12
We gon’ get downed, so don’t make a sound (Silence)
Now bring it back around (Get down)

Tobe Nwigwe Fye Fye Lyrics

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ahem, you ready?
Aight

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, dawg, I’m extra unique, my whole aura scream talent
I’ve been listenin’ to Fela, Griselda, and Marvin Winans just to make sure I’m balanced
I’m from the west, yeah, half of my partners is savage
The other half made it out the mud, but the taste of sludge didn’t alter they palate, uh
I’m a dawg, I’m a beast, and yo’ father figure
That lil’ P365 was just Fat starter pistol
She got a Scorpion, too, and’ll sting you just like a scorpion do
If a demon get gregarious, my lil’ Harriet don’t do what accordions do
Ooh, that means fold, I was told by the Gs of old (What they say?)
Keep yo’ lady close, make sure she can work a pole (Okay)
But they wasn’t referring to strippers (Hell no)
I’m still bald face with the clippers (Yeah)
I done been blessed with a woman that pray heavy, but turn a freak on the liquor, uh
She keep the devil off me like the Cherubim
She make it clear to hoes that we ain’t sharing him
I push the Yukoneezy like a chariot
DK a legend, hate we had to bury him
Uh, yeah, but that’s how it be in the jungle
I grew up around wildlings and mongrels
Ready to slump you, murk you or jump you, uh
Yeah, I rock the slides to be humble
I told my baby girl she gon’ have more in her head than just product and bundles
They say I’m rappin’ with hunger, I tell ’em hell nah, I’m eatin’
If you book me for a show and I can’t bring my wife and my babies I’m leavin’
Big daddy energy speakin’, I keep the enemy tweakin’
I could go “huh” all on the track and they’ll say I’m the hardest one breathin’
I am a beacon for heathens, me and my hood got cohesion
It taught me keep a lil’ 38 special, they bless you when ain’t no one sneezin’

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ahh, this ho fire, fire
If you Black, we in sync, bye, bye, bye
West, that’s my side
Throw it up and I’ma put it down until I die
Ahh, this ho fire, fire
If you Black, we in sync, bye, bye, bye
West, that’s my side
Throw it up and I’ma put it down until I die (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Fat Nwigwe]
On God, I’m extra petite, but the hood call me Fat
Fire on me like Shadrach and Meshach, I keep peace for the scrap
Throw up the West, yeah, but let’s just keep it a stack
I was raised in Grand Rapids, my pops was inactive, my mama was forced to adapt
She held it down, that’s nothin’ new, I’m Black in America
Raised in the slums, came up from crumbs, now we cool with Erykah
Ooh, yeah, I’m talkin’ Badu, I don’t know why you don’t recognize, foo
Me and Tob gon’ give and go just like a drive-through
School of hard knocks the only thing I applied to
And I got admitted, I ain’t kiddin’, ain’t it glorious?
I feel like Diddy, Tobe Biggie, we notorious, yeah
But it’s so much more to us
Might get a Grammy, that’s the floor to us
Dropped two kids, lifestyle laborious
Don’t need oracles, I ain’t Morpheus
I am still the young queen, mother, baby, what it do?
If you breed and don’t care for yo’ seed, what is you?
Say it with me, a ho, this for y’all who don’t know
Big Fat, but I ain’t swole, lil’ boys gon’ address me like big bro
Ariana ain’t the only one that do it grande
Knew I’d be his fiancé when he was broke on Causeway, yeah
And, and, and he ain’t even hit his peak like Dante
And I ain’t Kim (What that mean?), Tobe can’t ever go Kanye

[Chorus: Tobe & Fat Nwigwe]
Ahh, this ho fire, fire
If you Black, we in sync, bye, bye, bye
West, that’s my side
Throw it up and I’ma put it down until I die
Ahh, this ho fire, fire
If you Black, we in sync, bye, bye, bye
West, that’s my side
Throw it up and I’ma put it down until I die, yo

[Outro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Stop playin’

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Tobe Nwigwe Lord Forgive Me Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Johnny Venus]
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, Tobe Nwigwe & Johnny Venus]
Lord forgive me, I be puttin’ in work
Lord forgive me, I was doin’ that dirt
Lord forgive me, I put a hole in his shirt
Lord forgive me, he was on the wrong turf
Lord forgive me, had the pistol at church
Lord forgive me, been cursed since birth
Lord forgive me, tryna figure my worth
Tryna do better, can’t get no worse

[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
What I done wrong, I done right
It’s my darkness in your sunshine
What I done wrong, I done right
It’s my darkness in your sunshine

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
Look, before I spit a hallelujah, I might need a hearse
‘Cause I ain’t finna let nobody ho me out here
My pockets on Buddha (Fat), church
But demons still gotta pay the toll ’round here
Big Glock keep, heavy metal like Kid Rock
Barrel of the SIG hot, shoot ’til my wrist lock
If the opposition make a pit stop
By the drip drop, get popped while some Kidz Bops playin’
Yeah, on my daughters, know that this ain’t only talk
My only thought is how to make a chopper, make an oppa
Skate from ’round this ho like Tony Hawk
Yeah, tell Skateboard P this a buffet
I’m from where they handle more keys than valet
Whole squad grip beams, but this ain’t a ballet
So if you hear that boom-boom, all I can say is

[Pre-Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Johnny Venus]
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, Tobe Nwigwe & Johnny Venus]
Lord forgive me, I be puttin’ in work
Lord forgive me, I was doin’ that dirt
Lord forgive me, I put a hole in his shirt
Lord forgive me, he was on the wrong turf
Lord forgive me, had the pistol at church
Lord forgive me, been cursed since birth
Lord forgive me, tryna figure my worth
Tryna do better, can’t get no worse

[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
What I done wrong, I done right
It’s my darkness in your sunshine
What I done wrong, I done right
It’s my darkness in your sunshine

[Verse 2: Fat & Tobe Nwigwe]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whole ‘hood screamin’ “Big Fat, don’t hurt ’em”
Tob like— (Hell naw, get ’em)
Big steppin’ on the head of the serpent
But I keep a blade ‘case I got to kill ’em
Everything beheaded when I get it
I done slid on everything, but I ain’t credit nor the debit
I’m invested, that’s why I can go from crumbs to bein’ breaded
And my baby daddy got our bank account in seven digits plus some
Can’t fight good, but I bust guns
It’s on sight wit’ me, never duck none
I’m givin’ my ‘hood babies trust funds
We ain’t never goin’ broke, ayy, look
I don’t play about my two lil’ daughters or my son
Or my lil’ baby that’s about to come
I leave a demon holier than nuns and then pray

[Pre-Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Johnny Venus]
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, Tobe Nwigwe & Johnny Venus]
Lord forgive me, I be puttin’ in work
Lord forgive me, I was doin’ that dirt
Lord forgive me, I put a hole in his shirt
Lord forgive me, he was on the wrong turf
Lord forgive me, had the pistol at church
Lord forgive me, been cursed since birth
Lord forgive me, tryna figure my worth
Tryna do better, can’t get no worse

[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
What I done wrong, I done right
It’s my darkness in your sunshine
What I done wrong, I done right
It’s my darkness in your sunshine

Tobe Nwigwe Big Cap Lyrics

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
I’m from the West

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ayy, look my paw-paw told me Yah had chose me to defeat the demon (Yeah)
The Holy Ghost made sure these hoes ain’t get none of my semen
I used to coast while I was broke ’til C gave me a reason (Yeah)
To put my foot up on they throat and leave ’em barely breathin’
Ooh, they get asthmatic as I spazz rappin’
Whether you a crash dummy or just tweakin’, you still a crash addict
Pragmatic, dealings with opposition help me detach habits
Glad wrap it, thеn put ’em in the furnace to avoid callousеd
Sentiments, Benjamins ain’t the only thing in my satchel
My life is so intricate, I ain’t intend for it to be so much travel
I strive to be intimate when the attendance list has so many folk gathered
But quick to lend penmanship if it benefits a few part-time rappers
Yeah, but my, my, my, how the times change
Fabrication planted deep inside these folks’ mind frame
When you don’t got drip inside, you just ride waves
Hope to change your mind state, mm-mm

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
‘Cause your need more hats when you rap
‘Cause I smell the cap
Some of y’all be trippin’ with no map
Stop all the cappin’
Please miss my palm with that dap (Please)
I smell the cap
Some of y’all need a sombrero hat (Why?)
Big, big, big, big, big cap

[Verse 2: Fat, Fat & Tobe Nwigwe]
Ayy, look, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
Hello
Say it with me, hello
Bold face lyin’, wolf ticket sellin’, nose should be swellin’
Way you cap is the greatest form of reverence to Pinocchio (Pinocchio)
Done hit so many people with the okey-doke (The okey-doke), mm-hmm
Now when you cap
I can hear the 59FIFTY in your tone
Please take all them ones out your money phone
Shoulda had biggest cap tatted on your dome, mm-hmm

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, Fat & Both]
‘Cause you need my hats when you rap
‘Cause I smell the cap
Some of y’all be trippin’ with no map
Stop all the cap
Please miss my palm with that dap (Please)
I smell the cap
Some of y’all need a sombrero hat (Why?)
Big, big, big, big, big cap
Big, big, big, big, big cap (Mm-mm-mm)
Big, big, big, big, big cap
I smell the cap
Big, big, big, big, big cap (Don’t rap what you about)
Big, big, big, big, big cap (Still out here chasin’ clout)
Big, big, big, big, big cap (When the words come out your mouth)
I smell the cap
Big, big, big, big, big cap

Tobe Nwigwe Get a Little Bag Lyrics

[Tobe Nwigwe:]
I keep a chopper for the opposition but I don’t know
I keep on tellin’ folk, I’m about whatever, dawg
On my mama, I’m prepared to die
Comin’ for my baby mama and my babies
It get brazy if you step ‘cross that line
‘Cause hell, if I toe that line and you touch any one of mine
Bullets comin’ out yo’ spine
Other than that, I keep it peaceful, I won’t leave ya in pieces
If I got the peace
I’m just tryna push a piece of the profit
Toward my partners pullin’ police in the streets, that’s pushin’ P
Keep it G, I seen more clips than Pusha T, believe
If you put a couple grams in any of my dawgs out the trenches
They’ll show you how to push some P’s
No, Alicia, I don’t need a feature
I can spit ether lowkey by my lonely
Teach the people to address me as a leader
Of mint condition, word to Stokley
Would rock a Rollie, but don’t ’cause I’m Thomas
But if I did, it’d be just a reminder
That you could shine when you wanna, where you wanna
How you wanna, just to play the assignment, it’s talk

[Fat:]
Get a lil’ bag, get out the way, evade the hoes, yeah
Get a lil’ bag, get out the way, evade the— (Hold up) Chill
Look, keep it player, say your prayers
Keep a sprayer for your foes, yeah
Yeah, but be aware that paper in the air
Ain’t gon’ save your soul, oh, I know

Now tell me
Which inny-minny little bitty bopper want somethin’? (Yeah)
I keep a mini chopper, but I only have it singin’ like the opera
If a demon try to stop somethin’ (Yeah, skrrt)
Block jumpin’
Every time the queen mother grab the mic (Pause)
It’s on sight, don’t believe the hype
Probably might not could fight, but the jab is nice (Yeah)
First-name basis with Beyonce (Yeah)
She hit us right after we recorded that (Yeah)
Don’t ever jump fly with the squad (Yeah)
‘Cause you could get checked like a boardin’ pack (Mm)
Real name Martika (Yeah), born in ’88 (Yeah)
But I always kept it twelve more than that (Yeah)
That’s a hunnid, puttin’ on for the whole ‘hood, still stuntin’ (Yeah)
But you know the goal is to (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Tobe Nwigwe:]
Get a lil’ bag, get out the way, evade the hoes, yeah
Get a lil’ bag, get out the way, evade the— (Hold up) Chill
Look, keep it player, say your prayers
Keep a sprayer for your foes, yeah
Yeah, but be aware that paper in the air
Ain’t gon’ save your soul, on God now

Tobe Nwigwe Songs Lyrics

Tobe Nwigwe Destruction Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
I’ve been in the cut like snip snip
If you hear the gun go click click, then ya dead
My plan is to have about six kids
Get my girl thick as biscuits from lil’ Mrs. Baird’s
Also make a whole lot of dough
But still remain what be floatin’ in commodes
My lil’ homie see my matrimony
Say he want one, but got so many hoes
Look, he don’t really know that if you free the pigeons
He’d be livin’ way above them weak conditions
He been reachin’, I be leavin’ hella propositions for him
Wishin’ that he’d listen, but it’s hard to pay attention when you on the hoes
But buddy in the club all religious, he get vicious
Whеn it come to gettin’ digits, he gon’ hollеr at the thickest
Make her feel like he the richest if lil’ baby is a vixen
Her legs in the air like Eucalyptus ‘fore she go home
But everybody leavin’ unfulfilled, when the thrill
Of the night is built on
Something fishy and you feel it in your gills
It ain’t real, but you keep on
Swimming out the pond towards the field where ya don’t belong
And you still ain’t healed from the last one that had you
In ya heels big-steppin’ towards destruction

[Interlude: Eric Jamal, Ras Austin & Choir]
You see (Fe-fi-fo-fe)
If it’s between me and you, brother (This is what destruction sounds like)
Heh, I don’t think I can lose, brother (Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like) (Tryna find my way)
You see, this thing called life, uh (Fe-fi-fo-fe)
We only get one of those (This is what destruction sounds like) (Tryna find my way)
And if you get in the way of mine (Fe-fi-fo-fe, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

[Verse 2: Ras Austin]
Woah, pardon me, huh
Blood clot cloggin’ my artery, huh
Gunshot straight through the heart of me, yo
Breathe, breathe, come on, need a breather
Walkin’ towards the light as my conscience bereavin’
Told you more than others, you a lover, not a fighter
Tryna be a gangster, shoulda been a writer
Always wondered why the negativity excite ya
I’ll be damned my next life end up like ya
Tryna find a kid and as I reincarnate
That’ll one day listen to my wisdom, for heaven sake
Was tryna guide you godly, you got in my way
You a pain, but it hurt to see you die anyway

[Verse 3: RioLoz]
Somo de otra tela, don’t compare us, nunca, never (Uh huh)
We can do it adonde sea como quieras (Uh huh)
Pick a place anywhere, esto te llega (Uh huh)
Talk to me nice, no soy cualquiera (Quiera)
Llamo a Tobe cuando estoy en Texas
Oye, hermano, vamo a cambiar el planeta
Real players from the South, it’s nothin’ better (Uh huh)
Mobbin’ with my dawgs, feelin’ like the GoodFellas
Bringin’ back real rap, transcendin’ trendsetters
And the bongo go (Go), uh
In the slums all day, I was standin’ in the hallway
Slappin’ like (Like), uh

[Interlude: Eric Jamal, Ras Austin & Choir]
Fool me once, shame on you (Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like)
Fool me twice, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom (Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like) (Tryna find my way)
If you my brother brother (Yeah) (Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like)
Then I need you to tell me somethin’ (Yeah) (Fe-fi-fo-fe)
Tell me the truth (Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (We now return you to regular programming)

[Verse 4: Taj Austin]
Come as a rich soul but go as a rich man
That lived on earth, whole thing, why pick land?
If that’s your purpose, I’m just sayin’
We made it through mud and quicksand
Tell me what I am if not a real one
Since a lil’ one, shootin’ the fair one
Traits of greatness run in my veins like heroin
Vessel, grand plan in a manifesto
Of dreamers who voice now seem ancestral
My young souls huntin’ ya dreams, haunted by goals
I remember strugglin’, wantin’ money to show sufferin’
Watchin’ Moms support a humble abode
Now it’s my place to humble the bold (Bold)

[Interlude: Eric Jamal]
My, my, my, heh
From niggas to gods
Blessed to be blacker than an African
In a world where they tell me I’m inadequate
Yeah, you got some nerve, you got some nerve

[Verse 5: Eric Jamal]
Ask me why I walk around with attitude
Four hundred years, I was born to be mad at you
Born as a radical, you must think I’m Boo-Boo the fool
I see how you move, you try and play it cool but you hot
I’m kissed by the sun, a flower child pulled from his roots
Ya schools lied about the soil I’m from
Like, when did I leave and branch off my family tree?
We come from the dirt, the mud, we was meant to succeed
Was brought overseas to serve, but that’s not in our breed
Coast Contra will forever be kings
History repeats

[Outro: Choir & Ras Austin]
Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like
Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like (Tryna find my way)
Fe-fi-fo-fe, this is what destruction sounds like (Tryna find my way)
Fe-fi-fo-fe, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Tobe Nwigwe Been Broke Lyrics

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
I swear I been broke way too long
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Uh)
Right next to po’ my whole life (Yeah)
I ain’t seen dough my whole life (Oh)
Now money right (My whole life)
I’ve been broke my whole life
Right next to po’ my whole life (Yeah)
I ain’t seen dough my whole life (Oh)
Now money right (My whole life)

[Post-Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
Hold up, hold up
We ain’t broke, we ain’t broke no more, yeah (We ain’t broke no more)
We ain’t broke, we ain’t broke no more, yeah, yeah (We ain’t broke no more)
We ain’t broke no more (We ain’t broke no more)
Oh (Oh), oh (Oh), oh (Oh, yeah, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
I been broke like the U.S.A. government
Put my pipe in my wife right after the covenant
Pistol right by my side, contemplate dumpin’ it
Only if a demon try schemin’ or touchin’ me
Ooh, yeah, big drip on me
Don’t trip, might slip then hydroplane
Ooh, yeah, whole squad ball so hard
On God, might buy Rogaine
Ooh, yeah, how lil’ buddy
Make it out the mud and still got his family intact?
Ooh, yeah, troublers
Might get your whole jaw buttoned up like a chinstrap
Ooh, every bar of praise a gift rap
Ooh, flow water, get a swim cap
Ooh, can’t feel this, big cap
Low-key, I deserve big deal ’cause I been

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe, Fat & 2 Chainz]
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke, yeah)
Now money right (Yeah)
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke, yeah)
Now money right (Yeah)
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke, why I been broke my whole life?)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Yeah, uh)
Right next to po’ my whole life (Yeah)
I ain’t seen dough my whole life (Oh)
Now money right (My whole life)
I been broke my whole life
Right next to po’ my whole life (Yeah)
I ain’t seen nothin’ my whole life (Oh, yeah)
Now money right (My whole life, yeah, Toni)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Sound like the old Atlanta, got a pole in the Phantom
Codeine in an orange Fanta
Ain’t goin’ back to bein’ broke no more
Eatin’ shrimp, day shift with a pole dancer
Ambitious all my life
I serve fiends, manifestate my dreams
And an Asian made these jeans
Euros in my pocket
Shout out my amigo, he the socket, yeah
Flow like epoxy (Poppin’)
I’m talkin’ German engineerin’
African-American, I need some therapy
I just need someone to listen (Someone to listen)
Came with the D like a Piston
She make a wish in the Rolls-Royce ’cause stars in the ceilin’ (Ceilin’)
Who made it hard?
Swap EBT for cash like tradin’ cards, yeah

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Chamillionaire]
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke, yeah)
Now money right (2 Chainz)
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Here, lizard, lizard, lizard (Hol’ up)

[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
H-Town Texan, always be investin’
Comin’ through drippin’ and saucin’
I’ma keep shinin’ like Iceman Nick
Trae, Flip, Slim Thugga and Paul’s grin
Ever heard ’em say that money talks? Yeah
I’m the one doin’ the most talkin’
Rule number one is get money
Number two is get money, R.I.P. to Young Dolphin
Everything black on black, yeah
Amex, melanated dark skin
Y’all runnin’ to the major label like you think they gon’ save you
Who you think that is, Clark Kent?
I am not seven, not three
Not two, not eight, I’m nine above top ten
Could’ve been a one-hit wonder
You should wonder why I ain’t in the situation, y’all in, uh

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe & Fat]
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke, yeah)
Now money right (Yeah)
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke, yeah)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Broke, why I been broke my whole life?)
Now money right
I’ve been broke my whole life (Yeah, uh)
Right next to po’ my whole life (Yeah)
I ain’t seen dough my whole life (Oh)
Now money right (My whole life)
I been broke my whole life
Right next to po’ my whole life (Yeah)
I ain’t seen dough my whole life (Oh)
Now money right (My whole life)

[Outro: Tobe Nwigwe]
We ain’t broke

Tobe Nwigwe Songs Lyrics

Tobe Nwigwe Passing Through Lyrics

[Chorus]
This world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue
Black angels beckon me, from heaven’s open door
I ain’t on what y’all on no more

[Verse 1]
This for those shot dead in the land of the living
I pray the ‘hood in the sky got streets wit’ gold trimmings
And the linens on yo’ back cover sins that’s forgiven
And you see He who risen has the skin that’s forbidden

[Refrain]
‘Cause oh, how life seems black and white
Until the light adds color
To those that died, may your soul take pride
In knowing you were so much more than colorеd

[Chorus]
‘Cause this world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through
My treasurеs are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue
Black angels beckon me, from heaven’s open door
I ain’t on what y’all on no more

[Verse 2]
This for those from the slums, the ‘hood and the village, yeah, yeah
And all the ones they omitted and the books they have written
I pray you get spinach and the privilege of seein’ yo’ seeds with dominion
In the land where they raped and pillaged, those who were made in His image

[Refrain]
‘Cause oh, how life seems black and white
Until the light adds color
To those that died, may your soul take pride
In knowing you were so much more than colored

[Chorus]
‘Cause this world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue
Black angels beckon me, from heaven’s open door
I ain’t on what y’all on no more

Tobe Nwigwe Round Here (Part One) Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Round here if it smell funny, onions gettin’ peeled
‘Round here if it smell funny, onions gettin’ peeled
‘Round here if it smell funny, get yo’ onion peeled
‘Round here if it smell funny, get yo’ onion peeled
Look, I was out in the field since I was lil’, never been house cat
I’m from where everyone active, if you come at them backwards, they be where yo’ house at
I don’t care about no hoes, where is yo’ spouse at?
Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwe, who cares if it’s hard? You gon’ have to pronounce that

[Chorus]
Ah, it no be small ting at all, ah, it no be small ting at all
Ah, it no be small ting at all, ah, it no be small ting at all
Sing, it no be small ting at all, sing, it no be small ting at all
Sing, it no be small ting at all, yeah, it no be small ting at all
It no be small ting, no, it no be small ting at all

[Verse]
Aight, quick, quick, let me get this, when I spit it is vomit
I’m from H-Town so it’s back to back and then back to back like the Comets
That’s a four-peat, I got drip like nosebleeds
But don’t be where the hoes be, I don’t like where that road leads
Me and mine be lowkey, I don’t do this for trophies
But some say I’m a shepherd ’cause I’m with the sheep like Bo Peep
Hopefully I sow seeds that lead them to green pastures
Told my dawg “You ain’t no slave, them whips and chains just got you mastered”
Ouch, I know that’s backwards, but hell, I feel we all done been dyslexic and ingested
What these Ekwensu Ochas done cemented in society
Even though they got this hoe with piracy
Anything but a life of piety with no compliancy from all they rivalries, but it’s still
Click clack and big kickback for those who won’t get back
I don’t chit-chat ’bout big stacks ’cause ’round here they push yo’ wig back
I’m a rarity, every bar is charity, that’s how I give back
And word to the fade on my dome, I’m smooth as Razor Ramon wit’ a slickback, ooh

[Outro]
That’s fye

Tobe Nwigwe Round Here (Part Two) Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Fat]
‘Round here if it smell funny, onions gettin’ peeled
‘Round here if it smell funny, onions gettin’ peeled
‘Round here if it smell funny, get yo onion peeled
‘Round here if it smell funny, get yo onion peeled
Look, I was out in the field since I been lil’, never been house cat
I’m from where everyone active, if you come at them backwards, they be where yo’ house at
I don’t care about no hoes, wherе is yo’ spouse at?
Tobechukwu Dubem Nwigwе, who cares if it’s hard? You gon’ have to pronounce that

[Chorus: Fat, Fat & Tobe Nwigwe, Choir]
It no be small ting at all, it no be small ting at all
It no be small ting at all, it no be small ting at all
It no be small ting at all, it no be small ting at all
It no be small ting at all, it no be small ting at all
It no be small ting, no, it no be small ting at all

[Verse: Tobe Nwigwe]
Aight
I made it out the mud, that’s on gang gang
I’m really non-violent but if you ain’t, I’m on the same thing
A demon never touch my kids or my main thing
Big Glock, R.I.P. John Witherspoon, bang, bang
Yeah, that’s just off GP and principle
Everything I spit is nonfictional, it’s visible
Yah gave me the vision, He gave me deliverables
My mama told me never move wit’ imbeciles, so I don’t
Shoutout to my Africans and Aboriginals
The seasonin’ we got is like the pinnacle to all that’s pivotal
Swear to God if you place yo’ heart to all my syllables
You’ll see that every bar is critical and diagnosed
At the most essential verbiage, that’s for the gutter
Since my thirtieth planted seeds in my baby mother
Was told if you love her cuff her, marry her and don’t use rubbers
Build a generation of some strong black mother, hold up, heh

Tobe Nwigwe Songs Lyrics

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