Lyrics:
Mr Big Mr Big
They call me Mr Big that's what they call me
Serving on that white girl, trunk filled up with Halsey
Say you getting money like lil
above
Mr.Bigstuff, who do you think you are?
Mr.Bigstuff, you're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls
I've seen you with
I know you broke
a hit
Call me Mr. Put it on
Bitch I'm shittin' in a fit
Call me Mr. Barred up
Got shit on lock when I spit
It's big whooo?
It's big SE7EN lil' bitch
Call
looks is Unique
Whose Mrs. Huxtable smart and a freak
Can whip it up like a chef
Cas I be eating
Meat eater or vegan
Yes, I need three
Three beezies that
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
aye
I just say next caller, next caller
I don't really want her
I need me a thick 'lil bitch
I need me a Mrs Parker
Baby let's get into it, i ain't much
Str8 jackin'
What, What
Yall can test me but you aint getin' nothin' x2
Third Verse Lil'Rob and (Mr.Shadow)
I wont give up shit (I'll just give you
( *Mr. Mixx cuts in Dolemite* )
(I wouldn't lie to you ... I want you to get ready to get on,
'cause I got some ol' nasty-ass shit to talk tonight!)
( *Mr. Mixx cuts in Dolemite* )
(I wouldn't lie to you ... I want you to get ready to get on,
'cause I got some ol' nasty-ass shit to talk tonight!)
Buck 10 is
Who Mr. 10 off a laptop is
Don't get that shit wrong nigga
He only pull up when the cash out
When I pull up you know its straight bread
Uh Uh
Oh yea
How you doing Mr. Bossman
Yessir
Mr. Bossman, yea
Mr. Bossman
Mr. Bossman, yea
Mr. Bossman
I been busy making music
Turning up my
And then my voice got raspy
'Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes was dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil
what a nigga gone do when I get up inside it
Ima be slipping n sliding
Please do not get out of pocket
Ha pussy wet like a faucet yea
I beat it up n
that shit that get ya jive talkin'
East side artist see walkin'
People, people, listen closely
I sing it 'cause mostly when ya'll approach me
Stay low
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
By
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my
your fate and I pray you don't end up in a lake
Do whatever it take, so many mistakes we made
But we gon' all get it right once we down by
the channels
(Flex)
Lookin' up to the sky cause it's panoramic
I fuck with her pimpin' cause
She really getting it (fuck with ya)
No Felicia, lil mama run up
like a bat, lil' boy, yeah, I swing my Negan bat, lil' boy
Tappin' out like some shorts. Get that bitch up in that hotel, she comin' out shorts
Flick
Your bitch a slut like Skyler White
Pull up to her crib and i'm piping all night
In the morning got to get out of sight
I'm selling the blue and i
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
then the ball in the net (net, uh)
Bitch I'm the D, can't no offence dunk on me (me)
I'm Mr. Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me (me)
I
Riding round inside my new thing
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
Rest in peace Big and Nakas
I had to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce
it up
A lil' Louis but my bitch wants some bags and stuff
Keep it 1 hunnit
1 hunnit in one's
If you tryna have some fun
Funds up get you some
The sum
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