BIG MUTHA

Lyrics
Yea Gold all on my grill Jus popped a pill I'm tryna make a mil Bitches want the tea Im finna spill I only shoot to kill Not the type of bitch who need a deal Im way too fucking real Spit all in these pussy niggas faces Cocaine got me actin racist They hate it I put these bitches in they place I don't hesitate I can't let u shit 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 fuck if its exotic Hypnotic Im on the way Im the reason why a lotta these bitches 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 bitches Who gotta keep up w j's Fendi walkin Can't be caught w no bummy bitch Ain't no way On my level Off the schedule Im greasing my nigga braids Im a boss I hit my lips w the gloss Throw on the shades He gon pull up with that dick I disappoint em Play em Spades Yea Games Niggas is toys He say he love me Im fuckin his boys Might take his bitch Like a sexy decoy No maury povich Dat baby ain't yours Ain't no bitch fuckin w me Check the score He want the jezebel Demon, the whore Im like a westwood You more like a kors Just bought a dick And its bigger than yours (repeat)
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Credits
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- bbymutha