Lyrics:
day
Heh, big up yourself man Chris, you know a mad thing (yeah)
Nuff ah dem bwoy yah a idiot to gyal thing
Millions of dollars dem spend pon gyal
want beef, you're a porker
You ain't never walked this shit, you're a talker
No drive-by, it's a walk up
Man better find exits and shortcuts
Move
if I could I surely would
stand on the rock where moses stood
look out people now we're gonna get fleeced
by a wolf masquerading as a man of peace
With shootin stars at a ? targets
On a highway to hell with a stronger engine
Grow the f*ck up like crops in Nimbin
Big league gotta move a little
Everything looks good when you're wavy
The way she movin – like she wanna make a baby
Nigga get a little closer if you can't see
What they like
I'm big, but I still squeeze in a two seat
With the roof off but, but I rather ride big
You with the seat back like I'm chilling at the crib
Front
to have fun just let me know
Twelve at one time, or maybe more
Powered by alcohol, I never get sore
A Budweiser man, a tower full of power
Urinated five
to have fun just let me know
Twelve at one time, or maybe more
Powered by alcohol, I never get sore
A Budweiser man, a tower full of power
Urinated five
Because it's sleezy
Good lesson taught by my big homey E-Z
I got to compliment you on how you please me
Touch me, but don't tease me
Now put it in nice
(Yeah, I make it red but my beat came from Bloublood)
Yeah
Feelin' like Bslime, livin' like DaBaby
Long live hawk, long live BJ
Long live Big
Sexism shrouded in chivalry
Little men with big egos try to belittle me
They got me in a pickle
But I've been freeing minds with riddles
Ever since
I've seen it all, I have seen the trees
I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze
I've seen a man killed by his best friend
And lives that
big of a threat
Now I spend little to no time, thinking why I ain't get rid of you yet
Gotta recognize my maturity, gotta see I'm grown
Let all my
Yeah, from Benz's, big houses, mansions, big shit huh
Sitting on dubs, ha ha, we bout to bubble
My nigga Ready Wear
Motherfuckin Gamblaz
Nigga 2001,
cause big booties in our hoes
Got dollars in our mobsters and big rhythm in the south
With a truck of beats swinging through
I just call day not
saw the light and fled.
Cracker night was a real big deal, when I was a little kid
They started lettin' them off after tea I ran inside and hid
a buckle bunny
I'm a buckle bunny
Ate the whole cake, left 'em no crummies (so yummy)
Bottle bleach blonde but I'm no dummy
Big back porch but a little
a buckle bunny
I'm a buckle bunny
Ate the whole cake, left 'em no crummies (so yummy)
Bottle bleach blonde but I'm no dummy
Big back porch but a little
little glove, big hand,
Step to this I'll take your miss, make her twist and,
Moan, like I fucked with the pitch man,
This land where the bricks stand,
in disguise that poor little puppy
So scared of misfortune and always on guard
A big man will love you
Even more when you're hurtin'
And a really
Hot in, so hot in here! So hot in, hot, oh!
With a little bit of, uh uh, and a little bit of, uh uh
Just a little bit of, just a little bit of
Just
think my butt getting big!"
[Chorus]
Let it hang all out
Mix a little bit of
With a little bit of
Let it just fall out
Give a little bit
think my butt getting big!"
[Chorus]
Let it hang all out
Mix a little bit of
With a little bit of
Let it just fall out
Give a little bit
the coffee in my cup
Can't deny those big blue eyes
Both her arms held way up high
She's my little pick me up
Been passed around all over town
She goes up she
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