Lyrics:
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Blowing big-ass 'Woods, I take heavy breaths
Tie my Adidas up then I go and step on necks
Swear I'm up dog shit, I'm the shit, dawg
Get
Life is so fucking boring, I'm mad
Throw my phone into the river, big splash
Your heart is made of glass
Smoking blunts by the creek, I roll my
pon ya celly
Y'all is craze, I'm not worried
Y'all can beef, I'll be gravy
I'm so wavy
I'm superman but I got no kryptonite
I'm barbiturate, got your
as well get flattened by a car
You wouldn't let me drive it anyway
I won't have to prove myself someday
One day I'm gonna be a big kid
Big car, big
even your lawyer, dummy
Big risk, big reward, you wanna live large
You're either talkin' to the sarge or die by the sword
You gon' keep it in
It's been a couple of months since I've been in the stu when I cook up
I'm ready to go
I ain't a flexer big talker I come in this bitch and you know
up and then run it back
they call me a pornstar cause ya boi don't know how to act
(Aye who is that)
Because My wrist a big puddle
Her bottom a big
I tried to break into your house on Friday night
I got attacked by your big dog
I tried to play my guitar at your window side
Your mother said it was
They call me Mr. Willy Wonka
Keep my chips just like ahoy
Sequoia Boi, 2020 know I gotta have a ploy
Me Hoy Minoy
This ain't no doodle
I'm Picasso
you mad, I’m getting cash yeah
I do the most yeah, can’t trap like this yeah
It’s you mad, I do the dab yeah
I money dance yeah, count all this racks
are gonna flood you, big river
And I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in St. Paul Minnesota,
And it tore me up every
Bass Drum. . . war symbol, move me on with dignity
Look at these hands they're trouble.
Everthing I touch is moving I'm not sure I like it
days never chill they only roll by
They want my thoughts so I'm a load
Up and give it to em
I stamp it box it up and then send it too em
Last year was
up
Will you love me now? I'm big enough
Is it worth it?
I deserve it, so
Think what you want, 'cause I know I suck
Is it worth it?
I ain't
cars like l ain't got no legs or somethin' (yeah)
Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)
Sex, money, murder, two guns, nigga, big B's
and it could hit the charts before too long
So it's gonna be a while till I can come back home
Yes I'm gonna be a country star and everyone will know my
ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs flower, toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's bricks, so why'all hit the fallout shelter
to
finally say something to you
(Huh)
You rather blame me for all of the trauma and pain that you going through
(What)
It's been, been a long time coming
I'm
conversation means we talking work
To play a song that's almost perfect but it need my verse
You got an artist, but I'm family, but you need a purse
You hit
so slow
Mwen bezwen pren kow
So you know its on
Let me touch you on this song
Cheri kitem met zong
I'm sit back relax
li mété men l Sou pantalon M
is a damn good time
But it's got nothing on what, what I'm seeing tonight
So I ride, swinging dust in my truck, can't get to you quick enough
Tonight,
course
Soon I'm goin' to vomit, feel like I'm eating a horse
I'm startin' to be humungous, lookin' like Big Chungus
I'm startin' to be humungous,
forced on me
Because I'm a he, because I'm a he
It's no good feeling guilty, it's what I am
But it's up to me to do what I can, by not being what I'm
got wet, I'm vexed really
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
I feel it
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