Lyrics:
the yellow hue
That shit like rainbow, it's big shit
Big money, big cars, big jewels
Big yard, big niggas, big talk
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Big
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
Dique-sa au mic, that's right, si j'parle d'mon rap ou du climat dictatorial
Qui squatte nos lifes, si j'tarde au taf dire qu'au total, disque hardcore d'rap
girl
We can go and do it
Big girl
Shit girl
You the reason I get big girl
You ain't got to ask permission
You a big girl
Everybody like them skinny but I
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
Juicy J, bitch the hustle never ends
You never was my friend
I ain't felt like this since it was 2010
When my dad was strugglin' tryna pay the rent
And I
aww ouch ouch aww
Mo miss bo n shey do do do do do do do do ton ma do mi pa o
Energy energy energy energy energy
Girl you dey make me loose it
Your
holler out your name
While I'm suckin on your big candy cane
Come make it rain, take away the pain
With the great sex we havin all day
Come and make my
Boy, you got me looking at you
You make look like a fool
Your fruit is making me drool
It’s like you call me by your name, jizzing in peaches
Maybe
Hats by BDP
The J, the I, the M, the M
The Y, the J, the I, the M
It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy!
The J, the I, the M, the M
The Y, the J, the I, the M
tes conneries
On fait ça carré
Big murder est prémédité prémédité
Crois pas que je vais glisser sur ma paire
Ma peur ma peur ma peur j'la baise
Mugen
Watch how you work, you belong in a movie
Ms. Tootie, big booty, thick and juicy
I be wondering the hell how you do it
Way you rotating your waist it
it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a dollar, 5, or 10
But what would you do for a twenty twen?
Get on the stage shake that ass, then
Get
love me I'm Big Poppa
My OG told me this new era he can't stand it
He's a hustler used to live by those crack commandments
Upstanding these days he
Bitch you know I'm smoked out
Once I get them racks in
I been popping my collar
Like Project Pat and Juicy J
Wake up every morning and do whatever I
minutes
Let's do what we told to do
New York, we run this here
I mean pa, listen it's J.R.'s turn
I'ma do the chorus you ready
Lemme get this son, I just
complete, I did a song with Bun B
And Juicy J, who the fuck fucking with me?
I think nada, lame rappers you make me gog up
The part, depart these niggas
take it off
Throw it back
Look at that
Big ol' snack
Juicy, juicy apple pie
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When you take it off
Throw it back
Look at that
Big ol'
got admit that, come on
(Yo Del, what's up with that?) yo
Oh, you want me to do it? Yo!
(I know you can free')
Yo' mic passed, at last
The freaky dog
do|Booty big, oh kemosabe, sex so good, gotta tell somebody|Smack it on your ass, bout to call me papi|Take it to the floor, let me see you get naughty|Bring
Drink it up son
Brown boys do it better
Go and pack it up son
Damn, I knew I had it going on
But I didn't think I had it like that
Ooh try calling his
We can do it if you want to
Push a nigga, slap a nigga, pussy nigga, hoe nigga
Let's go nigga
I drink liquor fifths its Juicy J the pimp
I tell ya
Wax on watch my kick
Sauce so juicy Drip
Big bag boot that bitch
Ice just made me sick
Wax on watch my kick
About to make a Flick
Big bag boot
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