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lirik lagu big yavo - webbie flow

[intro]
i’m finna keep it as trill as possible on this b~tch
yeah, the trill young savage way (lj)
purple

[verse 1]
now, baby, come give me that top just like a headset (come give me that top)
shawty ate that d~ck so long, she got my bed wet (baow, baow)
hopped out the bed, couldn’t even walk, i had the dead legs (cramp)
crib around the corner, but for santa, i’m waitin’ on fedex (baow, baow, i’m waitin’ on fedex)
i’m waitin’ on this box right now (this box), i can’t wait ’til it touch down (i can’t wait)
get outside your body and get loud, i bet you in your mouth
i suggest you calm your ass down
call the plug, we on the last pound
i know i’m the coach, but l’ma clip you, catch you out of bounds (clip)
don’t call my phone ’bout no city sh~t, i’m out of town (nope)
don’t care about that muggin’ whеn you broke, n~gga, you gotta frown (broke)
i was just broke, but i ain’t trippin’, b~tch, i got it now (thеm racks)
you ain’t gotta call, if he was dissin’, n~gga, gun him down (tightin’ down)
n~gga, i ain’t sendin’ no hits, i’d rather itch (p~ssy)
pull up by myself, scream, “help,” then hit his ass with switch (you hear a brrt)
i throw a dress on with a wig, i walk down like a b~tch (come here then, ho)
b~tch, it’s big yayski, i’m the sh~t, been f~ckin’ hoes and kids (for sure)
b~tch, i was broke, i hurt my wrist, i had to ice this b~tch (i had to ice this b~tch)
baby, you so fine, let me bite your ear, i’m on some tyson sh~t (i’m on some tyson sh~t)
uh, sellin’ these ‘bows, rockin’ these shows, i’m startin’ to like this sh~t (i’m startin’ to like it)
my face card clean, pull up right now and i’ll swipe this b~tch (i’ll swipe it)
[chorus]
ayy, pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin’ purp’ (i’m blowin’, i’m blowin’, ha)
i’m not a star, i’m just a regular old hood n~gga (i’m just a regular old hood n~gga)
vip, doin’ shows, f~ckin’ hoes (i’m f~ckin’ hoes)
n~gga, i used to have gold, but now i’m finna go back diamond mouth (i’m finna go back diamond mouth)
a half of runtz, pack of blacks, whole pound of thraxx
presidential sh~t, p~ssy n~gga, i’m at obama house (y’all know i ain’t goin’ back)
murder weapon, got a flat back on the 9, i ain’t lyin’ (grrt)
that fully sticky, it hold a whole motherf~ckin’ hundred (ayy, on god)

[verse 2]
ayy, think before you move ’cause you don’t wanna move wrong (no, you don’t, nah)
send your hitman, n~gga’ll pull that tool on him
frrt, frrt, frrt, sound like a broom, don’t it? (for sure)
b~tch, i’m the largerst, what’s happenin’? come on, tell me, who want it? (i’m the largest)
who really want this sh~t? (who want it?), in the hood like my motor gettin’ fixed (my motor)
i know i’m fat, but ’bout that bread, i’ll push up on you quick (i’ll push up on you)
ayy, ’bout that cheese and about that bread, baby, i exercise (i work out)
i ain’t trippin’ if it’s petty, but if it’s big, b~tch, i can’t let it ride (i can’t let it)
like the girl that sued the l!ck, leave that four, but spend that sack at fifth
i just spent a fifth at saks, i can’t front you, might not get that back (i might not get it)
my plug keep throwin’ bricks, i think this n~gga kin to shaq (on me)
bae, you missin’ credits, don’t arch my enemies the way you bend your back (the way your bend it)
bae, how you do that sh~t? (how you do it?) i ain’t even know you knew that trick (i didn’t know)
p~ssy so d~mn good, i might just crash, i need to sue this b~tch (i need a demo)
been married to the game, gave her a ring, put on a suit and sh~t (bae, we married)
i put on the cape, fly to the trap, tryna get super rich (b~tch, on granny)
[chorus]
pants low, afro, no shirt, blowin’ purp’ (blowin’, blowin’, huh)
i’m not a star, i’m just a regular old hood n~gga (just a regular hood n~gga)
vip, doin’ shows, f~ckin’ hoes (i’m f~ckin’ hoes)
n~gga, i used to have gold, but now i’m finna go back diamond mouth (i’m finna go back diamond mouth)
a half of runtz, pack of blacks, whole pound of thraxx
presidential sh~t, p~ssy n~gga, i’m at obama house (y’all know i ain’t goin’ back)
murder weapon, got a flat back on the 9, i ain’t lyin’ (grrt)
that fully sticky, it hold a whole motherf~ckin’ hundred

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