Lyrics:
Yeah yeah my car drive in sport mode
Yeah yeah my car plays tennis
Yeah yeah my car drive in sport mode
Yeah yeah vacation down in venice
Yeah yeah
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh)
Don't pull
not this bitch, man!
We put the J in Juggalo
I put the F in fat kid
No, I'm not a pimp but I'll slap that bitch
I like the Juggalettes with the big
code
(Alright, fellas, no tennis shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)
Let's take a trip to the club scene
(Somebody tell me what's goin' on)
You gotta
Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I'mma bring the action
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna
the killy from the city an amazing creation
Adjacent to the flames of Johnny blazes face while he's racing
I mean i'm big
Ah, I'm big
(He big!)
Who big?
(Roo
And imma knock you off the the top
Like fresh cuts
I'm next up
So bless up
I need a girl that's in the big chest club
With F cups
Yes sir
And it's so easy
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I'mma bring the action
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna
famous we sick
They once gave me shit
And I turned it into flaming hits
Now they want us back at the night club
Drinks on me you know I got you tonight,
club, golf lessons
That's just par for the course
Sixteenth birthday
Pops in the yard with a horse
He say keep them grades up, she
Workin' hard for that
Want them nice things
All cause of tennis shoes our
Kids drop out of schools
They said be like Mike, so ball nigga
(that's life)
Now help me understand
Get you're wonder bread pepperoni watch it increase
[Chorus x2]
Mustard and Mayonnaise! Tennis shoes, lowenheart, drivers lorenzos, 22's
Big bread, big
Big bag on me now I'm feelin' like santa
Bitch on my dick cause I'm pitchin' that grammar
She suckin' dick while I'm whippin' the phantom
She called
thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up
[Chorus: x2]
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I ain't
cops and they know we won't say names
Pick up the Glocks, milly rock-a-bye, bang-bang
Play by the rules, a'ight?
Walk-walk away, don't make the news,
diamonds, tennis chain 'round my throat (icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin' behind me 'cuz in my city it's smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST
came with the fame
just like big pimpin y'all drew all this hoes just like
thats why im in the club poppin all these bottles tonight
[Syleena
took some L's
I bent them bitches into W's
Real head bussa
I'ma badass like my cousin, boo
Red runna
I got blood stuck under my tennis shoes
Big
over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
[Chorus:
just a dirty, dirty, down south gold mouth nigga
Can't remember the last time I only saw six figures
I bang a bad big booty thang daily
I did more stars
like
Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second
Make dirt, day Heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder
Spray seven at your back
I smoke, I drink
B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga, do it big nigga
Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga
I smoke, I
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