Lyrics:
pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good pussy)
Big dicks
Yo, it's on nigga for the long nigga
Who's balls up on the thighs like ping pong
Slime ain’t have his pokey, so he use a bottle of Henny
Coming from a City of God like Li’l Zé and Bene
Heat the block on winter then we hug
rice, ham, beverage, pastrami
Yo it was comedy -- The B.A.N.
Back on the bust take the musk to the next city
And snoring by Frank Nitty
I'ma tell you I
hog
Boss hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them
hogging streets, Knocking down freaks
Its Mo-yo stay riding my meat
Ride Big Moe I never been a hoe
Crawling down and you know a G
Letting them boys what
girl, go big girl go
Go big girl, go big girl go
Go big girl, go big girl go
Like you on that dance floor by yourself
Go big girl do you
It's a big girl
you see me and ain't dump a shot?
He ain't die, so we smoking his pops
On this side, we be playing with chops
I don't name drop, cuz I'm wit it
Big EBK,
dat phat pussy pon it you have di tightest punani
This big meat weh yuh get mek you crotches wet
Pum pum tsunami, bet seh yuh man never fuck yuh so
better
Name a badder bitch than me, you can't cuz these bitches could never
Shake it like Jello
Make him say hello
Big big booty, Need a big dick fellow
you doing, I'm Big Perm
I'm not like none of these other lil rappers
I switch out my trap make a bitch learn
Switch niggas out, like its yo turn
He
Stroked the hoe and told her, "Woah, woah
Woah catch it all"
Like Pokemon then poke the poke to free 'em
Hokey Pokey, put your left foot in
I put the effort
Chyeah, 'knowmtalmbout?
You ain't shit if you ain't screwed up
Fo' real
Houston, Texas, home of DJ Screw
We say know'm saying and what it do?
(And
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
many mollies, I'm in Michigan
Put my hoe friend out the spot, you know she listening
And I might be in some trouble if she mention it
I might get
hit 'em with my love then I got 'em
I'ma hit it from the top, I'ma put it in a bottle
I'ma hit it from the back, the big black Casanova
I'ma put it in
Yeah
Yeah
They say they need answers ('bout what?)
Well, I got big facts (big facts, big facts)
You went about it the wrong way so we can't fix
Pokey) some M- (and Paul Wall, baby)
It's the people's champ, I'm something like a baller
The candy paint dripping off of the old school Impala
I'm
Pokey) some M- (and Paul Wall, baby)
It's the people's champ, I'm something like a baller
The candy paint dripping off of the old school Impala
I'm
Now we lose connection, please stand by
It takes you and I to keep the hope alive
'Cause we're living in a time where you're fighting to survive
it's from
Good weed in the pumps
I said Big Snoop, Big Snoop
Big Snoop has got that fire
I said Big Snoop, Big Snoop
Big Snoop has got that fire
I said
Forbes, I been studying the Bible
I am not a god, nor a poet, nor disciple
I have never fit in your descriptions or your titles
I go by Big Steppa
She
off the lot In a old school ride
It's a big boned whip so the Big body wide
While the big body bounce Ima just body rock
Ima spoil baby for the whole
Saying" and "what it do?"
And if a nigga don't like it
Tell them bitches I rep Texas
Topless in the slab I come through
Elbow and Vogues and expensive
Big M.O.E.)
Down south, We rolling nation wide
Popped up mo-yo foregin ride
Put it down for that boy Po-yo
On the low low I'm a young pro
In this game I
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