Lyrics:
big all day
Pop a bottle then take me a swig dolcé
Gabbana be lacin' my crib
Style, cook it be lacin' my ribs and portray
An image that's great for
real colorful lined up wit lots of crayons
Squeeze racks out these chickens
Lil mama do it for the D they call her Big Sean
But this is Big Christian, ur
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
was put in this shit like a implant
Had to hold my weight like a kickstand
Niggas like oh yea you got big plans
Yes I do
Hit my dance no NY woo shit
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
is Jericho, no Jerry curl
Put the petal to the metal, make the Chevy twirl
Peace to my man, Sean, Allstate
I put 100K on Army versus Bull State
Boy you was Up North how you spitting that heat rock
Boy you was in Glenwood what you know about G locks
Pump by his feet like Sean Kemp with
my problems to ash
All my ones into halves and then divide it by half
Pass it on to my man write my will out
Then pass it on to my fam' and finally
rappa, I'm still in the bando
I rap in the closet and trap out the bando
100% product, you only got your 100% that
My niggas are psycho
Check on my
No big king by my side cause
I be too fly leave em' shook when I walk by em
I only fuck with bosses
Make ya chick come out the closet
Juicy yeah I'm
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
Should be on cover of the High Times
Walk in my closet, get SkyMiles, trap Einstein
Japanese, all them wontons
Gave her a D like Sean Don, told
a gun)
300K on this watch (three hundred bun), but it's my big brother Sean's (Kingston)
Nigga ain't takin' shit from me (uh-uh), gotta cut off my arm
Flicks em my wrist bro
Had a little baddie named Crystal
Frame off the chain like a pit-bull
Fit hoe, thick glow
Rocks in my ears big as fish bowls
Fit’s
stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
BIG was the first one that had it
Now Jacob the Jeweler
But I'm a shine for niggaz that ain't know Big
[Chorus]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, now
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm
in her closet
Ow yeah cube girl
Cube girl yeah she's fine
She got a big heart
No skeletons in her closet
Ow yeah cube girl
I wanted to play with her
If I was you, then I'd probably have to slit my wrists
Sean price, the villain beatin' any feelin' this
Slit your wrists, so niggas won't get
in the reigns
But grandpa played sax, so it's running in my veins
Big Sean's mom went into DEBT
So he could get his music mixed & mastered
Meanwhile
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab your titties for B.I.G
Ma little nasty girl
All my women from around the world
I love ma little nasty girl
All
click
Talking 'bout, "Ruck, let's battle," on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like, "Nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit"
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting
to the left )
im in love with myself since you wanna know the truth
In the closet that's my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don't touch
And keep
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