Lyrics:
Three inch, one inch, four inches dunno
He's a see-through playa on your radio
Douglas no less the ghost for me
Bun up your whole clique if you come
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
times platinum
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with
the toy quick
I got the toy dipped
The toy siton them big boy lips
Hittin' like Roy Jones Jr
Fuckin' with the Birdman Jr
I know you heard what i do to you
Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy
Pull up 20 inch blades like I'm Lil Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixing up
three times
Pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do
With a steel-nosed hammer on a four foot switch
follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave accuse, it's a must you get bust
Were not to be fucked with toys ain't us
[VERSE 2]
Free LB, free Yolo
Fuck the opps ten million times
Ayy, kslimes, you know thank you, Carter
Don't get caught on that fence
15 inch don't bend cali
Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how
a big ol' dripping hog
Teacher walks by said fuck 'em flip 'em off
Quick first step cook 'em like they chicken stock
Breaking ankles when I hesi-, step
big dicks ain't gonna be EZ
Leave your mouth wide open, speakeasy
Look what I found, knees on the ground
We got Kim Possible meat serving by the pound
upon my chin
By the hairs of my peachfuzz
Let's say each was an inch
Psych! Because I can't pull or pinch
It's a wrench
And I thought life would be
On the Foothill bust number forty-three
All the way on the back she was workin' me
Had my big beatbox and I was jammin' the beat
I met this freak named aunt
and weigh it
735s I drive fits ta match
When I past
Bitches ask who tha fuck was that
Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17 inch momos black
like a Nazi (ice)
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti)
That redbone you crushin', she want me to fuck her
I'm three hours late, sippin'
to the max, thanks
I'm Orchestrating every lane at the point
I ain't trying to win this game by a POINT
Cuz we gon Win Big
I been putting in that pain at this
Hook
Max B:
I said we do what we do what we want, we want
Want, we want, want, we want
I said we move what we move when we want, we want
Want, we
times platinum
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with
times platinum
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with
times platinum
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with
the waist is. (UH)
I like them hood with a swag in his mean he know wat to do when it come to me. Play right
BIG toys
Big Hands
Big shoes
I like them
dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with
Niggas with big dicks (yeah that's us)
(I want some good pussy) big dicks
(some good pussy) big
son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born
At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about, and since I
inch momos black magic on his tires
Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
And concerts in the Superdome
Now I can pump my Beamer
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