BIG MUTHA lyrics

Yea
Gold all on my grill
Jus popped a pill
I'm tryna make a mil
b*tches want the tea
Im finna spill
I only shoot to kill
Not the type of b*tch who need a deal
Im way too f*cking real
Spit all in these pus*y n*ggas faces
Cocaine got me actin racist
They hate it
I put these b*tches in they place
I don’t hesitate
I can’t let u sh*t on me
Im bigmutha the great
Pockets husky
Gaining weight
I like em bloody
Like my steaks
Make it creamy
Like a shake
My planet earth
Im smoking quakes
Give a f*ck if its exotic
Hypnotic
Im on the way
Im the reason why a lotta these b*tches
Wanna be gay
Turn em on
I turn em out
Then i send em along the way
Its okay
Bae call me later
Im kinda busy today
Smellin good
That mutha magick
I keep a bag w the spray
Im so used to having roaches
I gotta keep me some raid
They can say whatever bout me
Can’t say i ain't gettin paid
I ain't keepin up b*tches
Who gotta keep up w j’s
Fendi walkin
Can’t be caught w no bummy b*tch
Ain't no way
On my level
Off the schedule
Im greasing my n*gga braids
Im a boss
I hit my lips w the gloss
Throw on the shades
He gon pull up with that di*k
I disappoint em
Play em
Spades
Yea
Games
n*ggas is toys
He say he love me
Im f*ckin his boys
Might take his b*tch
Like a sexy decoy
No maury povich
Dat baby ain't yours
Ain't no b*tch f*ckin w me
Check the score
He want the jezebel
Demon, the whore
Im like a westwood
You more like a kors
Just bought a di*k
And its bigger than yours
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