Lyrics:
Big America filling my head with hysteria
Big America never wanna spread the money
Big America what's your agenda
Sit and listen while we seeing
all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee
on the payroll
Nigga play with me and get your face blown
Rollie on got the face blown
Drinkin' Ace of Spade by the caseload
Designer on me, got the hat and shoes
In my lifetime
In my lifetime
What's the meaning?
What's the meaning of life?
It's the thought of a ride that make my eyes wide
I'm caught
a little somethin' somethin' 'bout as big as yo leg"
This nigga yawnin' while he talkin', so I knew he was weak
And by like six in the mornin', he forgot
by Westlake, not Eastlake
Back when Boobie still worked at BK
I'm on the freeway, pushin' in my brother's Mazda with anacondas
Singin' with some prima
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
you Louis, buy you cars
Diamonds so bright you'll shine like a star
When you roll with me it's like royalty
Anything you want is V.I.P.
Go and tell your
Take you by the hands while we vacay in Malibu
Having cozy conversations in the vehicle
Love it when I feel your heartbeat on my muscles
Your head
(woah, woah)
I know you're mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
And now I'm finna throw them deuces up
What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you
push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin'
push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, say what?
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin'
him, I did it for clout
Marketing strategy, figured it out
Smoke gas by the pound, I’m a Rasta
Big ol’ glizzy, I’m a shotta
In your city like mañana
I
And the surrounding blue sea that makes Australia grand
Hey! Do you know why Australians call their country the big wide land
It's because it's so BIG
So WIDE
And so
that shit gas, it leakin' from my Louis bag
Damn, that shit so gas, it leakin' from my Louis bag
Yeah
Yeah
I'm so ahead of myself
Yeah, I'm so ahead
What's that in your bottle? Sippin'
On lean by the liter
God damn Quavo, you movin' too slow
What the lean go for?
We can chop it up in the bando
I ship
facts
Them big facts
Real talk
Let a Bih Talk shit
100 Mill on that
Bet I flip that shit
Like sunny side up i'ma chef with this
Make a nigga head spin
that's what I said, this is my miss-ion
I'm dickin' 'em down and all around, to make the head bob
So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance
make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make
taking 30 lives
Real your bitch in with a purse
Louis Vuitton vibe
Oh what a feeling seeing this money Falling From the sky
Now days gotta ride with
sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know
Yaun take it to the streets let
The whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career
Don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
I just
Did your deal 6 times 187 what I just signed
I'm 2 armed sliding in these
Women like a zipline this shit weird
Flickin' the Yuris into 5th gear
way
Me make way
Uh oh no
Him fro so dark and him hat so low
Me never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold
Me so poor
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