Testo BIG - Lakeyah
Testo della canzone BIG (Lakeyah), tratta dall'album Time's Up
(Damn Flaw this what I been praying for)
(Who made this beat?)
Givenchy the socks (Yeah), Gucci the shades
I'm mismatching my designers, ain't riding no waves (yes sir)
Double my G, bitch, you know that I'm paid (pay up)
Big shit talking, match the check I just recently made
Still the same bitch but the racks got bigger
Still put my money first and still fuck these niggas (Fuck 'em)
These bitches was following before I touched on Twitter (on God)
I'm still ripping every beat 'cause I ain't touched eight figures
I'm the youngest in charge
All the bosses calling me been-been (ha)
Everything you bitches been getting, I probably been had
The number hoes just now reaching, I been did that (I been did that)
Can't talk more shit than you making, bitch, where yo' bag at?
I just, copped me a new AP
I just, got some exotic straight out of AZ
I just, ran up of a bag straight off a feature (yeah)
Blew that shit out on some sneakers, I couldn't find them no cheaper
These bitches forever cappin', let's promote 'em in Lids
These bitches hatin' together like identical twins (yeah)
And I'm only nineteen, I'm the coldest there is
Ever since I was a jit, everything been big
I like big bands, big watches, big drip (ayy, ayy)
Big bags, big yachts, big whips (yeah, yeah)
Big poles, big niggas, big sticks
Can't you tell by the roll' on me I like big shit? (Ayy, ayy)
Big bands, big watches, big drip (yeah, yeah)
Big bags, big yachts, big whips (ayy, ayy)
Big poles, big niggas, big sticks
Can't you tell by the roll' on me I like big shit?
Ayy, F-L-E-X-E-R
Ain't never met a bitch this young that flex this hard (big flexer)
Two-tone Rolex on, bust down my arm
Big body Benz on me, can't park this car (uh-uh)
My bitch want a brand new whip, a brand new crib
Took her to the lot this week and bought that shit (that's right)
I'm a big shit talker, long nails, thirty inch weave
Bitch know how I'm coming every time, bitch, I'm guaranteed (I'm bad)
Big cuban on my neck, bitch, I'm freezing (ice-ice)
And this is not a Hellcat, this a Demon (ayy, ayy)
Walk in the mall, spent a band on my shoes
Christian Loub's, red bottoms
You would think my foot bleeding
Big cuban on my neck, bitch, I'm freezing (Ice-ice)
This is not a Hellcat, this a Demon (ayy, ayy)
Walk in the mall, spent a band on my shoes
Christian Loub's, red bottoms
You would think my foot bleeding
I got big bands, big watches, big drip (ayy, ayy)
Big bags, big yachts, big whips (Yeah, yeah)
Big poles, big niggas, big sticks
Can't you tell by the roll' on me I like big shit? (Ayy, ayy)
Big bands, big watches, big drip (yeah, yeah)
Big bags, big yachts, big whips (ayy, ayy)
Big poles, big niggas, big sticks
Can't you tell by the roll' on me I like big shit? (Ayy)
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Wicker, Deundraeus Portis, Lakeyah Robinson
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