Lyrics:
time that day
So, we pulled off the road at the last chance gas station
Got a few more pickled wieners and a diet chocolate soda
On our way to see
only need to be
Paid an zooted
An then
What's done is done
I'm a one of one
If I bought you out the store
A heart wouldn't come with one
Il flip the big
interviewed
Watch out, watch out, big steppa, big steppa with sticks get sweeped like a broom! BOOM
One thing you can tell by our faces, them niggas ain't
pollution would be a small price to pay for the chance to buy gas like the good
ol' days. No way? Never happen? Records are made out of oil. All those big
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
off her lip and bust a nut on her throat (eh eh, yeah)
[Verse 13 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Pokey]
Caddy popped off, full screen up
White cups,
like a drug dealer
So don't snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga
Mind your business, I minds mine, let's get rich, my nigga
Take our family
ass licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin head
I ain't about no playin
When I'm comin' get out the way
Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
Head straight back to the hot block
Flight in
participate
Get on my three way now what is the delay
I pull out the video cam and show you the replay
I screw you real slow like a H Town DJ
We could jam Bun B
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
to the Morning
Keep a Knock just in Case Shit get Sticky
Got a Pokey Fucking up His Kidney
If they Droppin the 5 Tell them Get up with Me
I Hold on the Chop I'm
blue and the bigger empty
Big blue and the bigger empty
The truth is
When I'm out
I'm looking for a way back in
hearts
We feel it in our souls
Oh in our souls
Youngest in my city
Get it poppin making hits now
From the city of the snakes
They don't want you to get out
She know she ain't safe
I need a BBW
Big bawty women only
Ring around the rosey
Put it in take it out
Yah Hokey pokey
Don't say you love me
When you
But i could be wrong
I know a couple nikkas
That should be on
With no tolerance
Gotta stay true ain't no hiding it
Shout out to pokey
On the west end
of the college fees and books. She was in a dilemma, but she was advised by her cousin and she decided to get knowledge.
When she finally resumed in the college,
wheels, tell them, "Bitch, get out my way" (out my way)
Whoa, whoa whoa, party (uh)
We don't need nobody (nobody)
Big diamonds, they jumpin' out
Not today.
Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways.
Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money.
Had a little freak by the name
gang, they pokey
Call it a stain, he owes us
Bitches on cain, she cokin'
Fuck it, I tell her keep chokin'
After that, get to the tokens
Droppin' my
Barclays (Barclays)
She wanna be my wifey, I said no way (no way, no way)
Look, there's too many people out here (yes)
Tryna get to the guap (guap, guap)
BIG
By:Kevin S. Decker
Copyright 2010
You may think I'm a little sick in the head
Why don't ya take a good look
At yourself in the mirror instead
We
party on-gotta get our party on
Now get on up out yo seat and move yo feet to the beat
We gonna party till the break of dawn all damn week
Put your
heartless, made her frown
But she still get the dick out
That's why you my favorite, lil' bitch
Love when you poke them lips out
Got all of these blues up in
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