Lyrics:
a big dick
Yah Yah
She ain't fat she thick thick got the side boob showing with the nip slip
Lizzo
Look dig this I'm a dick it big booty on my lap I
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
Ya dig
Bitch where the dollas at
I won't say this shit again and that's on me, won't say it twice
I keep buying all this jewelry dropping jewels, I
. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
moment because I don't want to be here
But I'm responsible to be here
Because it wasn't just Dr king and people
Who dressed nicely who marched
niggas, break bread with the boy
Joe, they breakin' bread with the boy
Tell Big Pun nigga, Stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I ride for my boy
It's
his case
And I told her speed it up cuz I ain't really like her pace
She say Big Joe turn me up
I say bitch I say bitch you lit enough
Grateful for this
like Big Ole Butts, you dig?
I was at the Tunnel, sippin on champagne
Takin a break, with this honey on my brain
Admirin the girls with the diamond
know I don't lock jaws!
I'm running it big I'm looking
So frеsh I'm a STARBOY
I'm looking so blessed, God boy
I'm looking so clean, I'm looking so fresh
By accident
I found a room to rent
Above a bar they called little Joe’s
It was a big old shack
Off the beaten track
But man, I was tired of the road
Ike-y Turner
Check that bitch like she got Nike on her
Look at my wrist, it dance
Look at your bitch, she dance too
Look at me, I'm the man
Ike-y Turner
Check that bitch like she got Nike on her
Look at my wrist, it dance
Look at your bitch, she dance too
Look at me, I'm the man
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
to New York, gotta warn ya bout the pork
Baby, on a fuckin' hawk
Lookin' for a nigga so they can dig another grave
My big brother was a slave but I
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
the army but they can't harm me
'cause I ain't no punk, I ain't [??????] man to Uncle Tommy
Props to Islam, it's getting brothers together before the big
/
Peck the wood so much they're left with broke beaks? /
I chuck the bird so far they're left dangling from phone lines like old sneaks /
So don't
I'm kind of fucked
Cause Joey's fucking butt dump kind of fucking stunk
What, clogging up the drain it's big brown bass stunk
Dubby shits to the power
That's why i never took no loss
God heard my prayer
That's why he blessed me with it all
Bitch I'm too playa
I won't get finessed by no broad
Been the man
are my Denali trucks
Knownin' that I'm surrounded by OG's
That I don't really get down with
They got a separate table for their freaks bought them
to the tock
Time is up when you post
Read by the one it was meant to be read by
Don't need it, too late, 'bout to cost you the most
You don't really wanna see
off like their shit is toxic
I'm on radars, haters big mouthin' leavin' little comments
Just don't ever think the kid isn't watchin', it's Elev8
Smoke
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