Lyrics:
to phone Bigelow 6-200
What's the matter, what's the matter why don't you call
Don't ya love your little baby no more at all?
A waitin' her baby not doin'
and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Bigelow
Bust off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
Ah two gun me have, me bust dem inna
Shorty wanna call me a gigolo
Like Duce Bigelow
Tryna prove to these hoes that I'm not a ho
I just really want the green like Piccolo
You ain't my
and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Bigelow
Bust off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
Ah two gun me have, me bust dem inna
Deee-Lite was really good. Lady Kier, what are you up to these days? Did I tell you I moved in with Kathryn Bigelow? Did I tell you we have a kid now? She's
Get rich or die trying bouncing like Zion hold on gotta call from a new drip
I'm the beast from the from the east call me bam bam bigelow deuce
bam bigelow (bigelow oh)
Bad gyal ah bussa wine, watch how she dip it low (for the dough oh oh)
When she come for the paper, everything thing na carry
Stay wit flame on me like I'm Bam Bam Bigelow
Bitches tryna pay me for the dick I'm not a gigalow
Stay in top form, I don't ever do the minimal
Game
the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin' out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, hoe, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds
guests, just to write the check on
I know I'm difficult, rap got typical, but I got visual (Yes)
The bam like Bigelow (Yes)
I'm like the i12 app for
Bigelow the gigolo had no where else to go
His sad eyes had seen it all
Scarred and lonely, tough as nails
Open your heart when all else fails
Leave you bloodier than Carrie at the prom
Man, Van Damme kick a foe, Mantan
Wigger, whoa bam bam bigelow, bigger flow, Riddick Bowe
Summer eighties
puffing Ganja with the musky odor
Destination back of your throat, cup of soda
Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury Park connect, Figaro
My uniform
Bigelow flow
Rants no?
I'll avalanche you in the ambulance
And pay your medical bills in advance
Got a pump that double pumps
Like Tim Duncan in high heels
c’est picky picky, rien va nous arrêter
We be really easy, on est des paroliers qui splittent fifty fifty, doin' it freaky
Bam Bam Bigelow didn’t ya know,
tho
Body slam these weak ass niggas
Like bam bam Bigelow
Dropping barz like the basement, but my alias ain't tigger tho
Bag on me like a ransom
flames like he Bam Bam Bigelow!
Bam Bam Bigelow
So spicy, pull up on the scene like a hot tamale, ladies are calling me big papi
N****'s is mad because they can't stop me
I was born
a move on to your cousin, damn
I'm tryna fuck more than a gigolo
She got that fire head, Bam Bam Bigelow
Getting pussy wasn't always this simple though
тиндера
Вы игрушки из киндера
А я как Bam Bam Bigelow
Ты продажный как жигало
Дюрасел и без синего
Мне не нужна скорость, я и без этого дюрасел
Не нужна
Bigelow
Падает на бит, и твоё время стикало.
Это как глоток
Под это тапок в пол, ведь это dope
Внутри LeBron
И я закину этот мяч в кольцо.
Hot Up,
virgin then I no follow
If you burst her loko I swear me I no go no
Coz my thing e big bam bam bigelow
So I leave my dick buried in her pussy
Coz she like
beef until you hear the BAM BAM, Bigelow
Dripping out the Southside, you know what it's hitting for
Paper on your head, ouuu I could get a Rolls-Royce
sometimes be a bit overwhelming
Becoming the abuser can be so easy
& Bigelow never seemed so far away
But I'm just fine, I'm just fine, I'm just fine, I'm
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