Big Doe (feat. AstroJaaq & Laura Laurelle)

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KK the Artist & Big Solo

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Wake up, wake up, wake up
Big Solo, ouu, sorry
K-K-KK, not again!
Wake up, meditation
Makin bacon
But my eyes low
Run up till my thighs blow
Wake up, I'm in space
I know I can, on my Nas flow
Smoke runtz, but we big doe
Yea we big doe, yea yea, we big doe
We used to slide in broad day like Beyblades (Ouu)
Yuh, I ain't change, no they changed (Yuh)
Boy, you ain't really gang gang (Yuh)
You a fake, yeah you so lame (Yuh)
I just been counting it up, I ain't flipping chickens
It was a couple lil summers ago, I had digits
I ain't gon f*ck on no little hoe if she be itching
Shit, ouu, okay, I ain't throwing disses (Yuh)
I'm really sliding this beat, I hit, I don't miss it, yeah
Timmy Turner, yeah, making them wishes, yuh
Aye, she a Tinder hoe, she ain't getting dicked, yuh
Aye, got a light skin, she ain't no trick, yuh
Aye, I been in the streets
I've been pulling tricks, yuh
Aye, we make it go crazy, shit we lit (Yeah, aye)
And no you ain't my baby, lil bitch (Yeah)
Aye, I'm throwing them disses, yuh
Aye, ain't blowing no kisses, yuh
Wake up, meditation
Makin bacon
But my eyes low
Run up till my thighs blow
Wake up, I'm in space
I know I can, on my Nas flow
Smoke runtz, but we big doe
But we big doe, see us in the sky, hoe
Bitch, this is Laurelle
I was made to give em hell
Slide yo block popping shells, nigga
Who you gon tell
If you snitching, gang gang
We got that good aim
Slide yo block get the thang
Yo know, that's what we aim
Wake up, meditation
Makin bacon
But my eyes low
Run up till my thighs blow
Wake up, I'm in space
I know I can, on my Nas flow
Smoke runtz, but we big doe
But we big doe, see us in the sky, hoe
I'm moonwalkin in my Jordans
Good clothes, feeling mighty important
Damn, she say I'm that nigga
Yes ma'am, but my watch way bigger
Career off vowels, IAE&O it
Throw the beat up, then I RKO it
No Lance shit, man I can't blow it
Drink like I write, man, imma poet
Hmm
Let that shit
Kamp Kounselor KK, class dismissed
Wake up, meditation
Makin bacon
But my eyes low
Run up till my thighs blow
Wake up, I'm in space
I know I can, on my Nas flow
Smoke runtz, but we big doe
But we big doe, yea, we in the sky, hoe

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