Lyrics:
bout
Big numbers exact amounts
Im bout that guap shit
All that hot shit count me out
Tryna get my money right
So I can take a flight
Disapear
You
Sean de Paul 'longside Beyoncé (uh-huh), now hear di man say
Dis ah dutty yeah (a big tune), dutty yo (yo, yo)
Dutty yeah (yo, yo), dutty yo (yo, yeah)
All you need to know is the vibe round' here we buil' it and instill it
Sean Paul alongside
Fabolous, you done know we bust
Telling them again,
tryna keep it quiet when we slide, ridin' slower
He think I'm DT, when he see me, I pull him over
Big 40 Glock, 50 round, no holster
with money and diamond cluster
Let's talk in layman terms
Rotten apples and big worms, early birds and poachers
New York is evil at its core, so those
his mouth with it
Big Small World, Norfclk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Put em in a box like Bisquick
I'm a Laker wit clips, get em in
(Let's go)
I'm so faded so talk to me slowly
They talking so much it like all of them know me
I stay on my dolo stack guala up only
Big bucks stacking cake
I'm kinda fucked up since my momma died
Can't decide right from wrong, nights too long
Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean
It's like you'll
he fucking with my bitch yeah
Yeah I like the violence
Fuck it let's get naughty
Sipping on sum shit that put some hair all on yo body
My niggahs come
big did it
Who Shot Ya, separate the weak from the obso'
Everything getting hit up like how Tommy killed Proctor
An eye for an eye man that's how we
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
lady with a big ol' bust
When she hit 50 cent up, it's a big ol' fuss
She sips real fast on her coke & rum
She just wanna get drunk and shake around
Go
Sean, b-boy, how big is you?
Gimme all yo' money and gimme all yo' residuals
Then slap it on my ass, ass, ass'
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass
Sean, b-boy, how big is you?
Gimme all yo' money and gimme all yo' residuals
Then slap it on my ass, ass, ass'
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass
Hustle 'til you get the crown on top of a king's head
Yeah, blowing bands life is grand I just had to say
It's a blessing trading verses with F.A.B.
Kelly Get pissed on
Dont speak on my name
And fail to Mention
Bombshell next
Everything BIG sean
I don't hesitate to pop off
Bitch I'm hands on
They big
lady with a big ol' bust
When she hit 50 cent up, its a big ol' fuss
She sips real fast on her coke & rum
She just wanna get drunk and shake around
Go
It's a quiet place
Quiet time
Got goons that step outta line
Fall back rewind
New Patek and its not for time
Get shot trayvon
Like big sean man I'm
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
big bodies
Had too take her back, she for the streets you know that she got mileage
You play then shit get violent, New shoes covered in violet
Better
Juicy, Big Juicy
Go Juicy, Big Juicy
Go Juicy, Big Juicy
Go Juicy, Big Juicy
Go 'head Juicy, get it, bitch
Go 'head Juicy, get it, bitch
Go 'head Juicy,
Juicy, Big Juicy
Go Juicy, Big Juicy
Go Juicy, Big Juicy
Go Juicy, Big Juicy
Go 'head Juicy, get it, bitch
Go 'head Juicy, get it, bitch
Go 'head Juicy,
the keys
Don't get it twisted, honey
I'm still with the bees
Like sean carter on the yacht
What you got, nothing, nigga
Give it up, circle round the block
.jpg/216px-Anderson_at_the_2021_Grammys_(cropped).jpg "Big Sean")
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