Hey Big Head

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[Intro] Copenhagen Crates [Chorus] What's up, ayy ma, show me what that cookie like (Woo) I fly by night, won't catch me on no rookie type shit (For real) I'm high, take flight, yo nigga wish he could be like this (I ain't kidding) Light up, just might, so keep your jabberwocky tight bitch (God) [Verse] Damn She off a benny and some henny shots (On that henny) Hittin' me with big head texts, I keep too many thoughts (What's good) So what's [?] I fuck it up like Kenny Knox (Fuck it up) She keep me a U-Haul name tat, 'cause I move plenty box Walking dots is pest control and all my homes in the watches (Not at all) Hawking doctors' paper, all my secretary swamped in (Good) If shawty romping in the romper I'ma wrong her just like Negan Leave her speechless, feigning, leaking from her creasing chompers (Oh, for real) Kill a crop, the pussy [sewer?] sludge [?] scarface Shoot the shit straight up just like Montana, drop by my car dates Fly by nights in the R8 (Nyoom) Slid through portals, no stargate (Wow) She wanna plot me in her homeland, to earth incarnate That's mother nature I plant my seeds, my trees oven baking She piping hot, my sweet tooth keeping me from wanting to taste her That's word to needles, the Cain Abel her feedles When we come together birthing new sons Motherfuck the Beatles (Oh no, fuck) She up her kegels, spread her wings, and wax her bald eagle (God) I keep my beagles regal, open like a lock and keyhole (Aye) Butter her buns (Woo), stay opening her sesame I let her reach [Calveran] bang just like what's next to me at all times He talking big shit, but man's is small times Can't even ask who pussy this is, he know it's all mine I'm super gritty, squish her citrus how I juice the needy (Aye) Bussin' on the back of her dome and let it soup the beedies Flood the kitchen when she told me fuck permission But I still keep tunnel vision 'cause no eye candy's above the mission (No) [Chorus] What's up, ayy ma, show me what that cookie like (Come on, show me) I fly by night, won't catch me on no rookie type shit (Not at all) I'm high, take flight, yo nigga wish he could be like this (Nah, he wish) Light up, just might, so keep your jabberwocky tight bitch (Oh) (Keep it right) Oh yeah we back Larger than life For real
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- LORD JAH-MONTE OGBON