Testo Boy - BigXthaPlug
Testo della canzone Boy (BigXthaPlug), tratta dall'album Boy - Single
(Loko, what it do, man?)
(Boy, boy, boy, oh boy)
(Boy, boy, boy)
Ay
Big Backwood, we can smoke a four
Lot of shit I do, niggas can't afford
Had a bag before Siri, I trapped off the 'Droid
You get hit with FN, then it's (oh boy)
These niggas 12 just like Colt McCoy
I'm servin' cookies just like Chips Ahoy
I'm rockin' water, my neck got a shore
Wide body, got horse shit inside the garage (ay)
Listen, this BigX, bitch, I'm the biggest
These women don't want me, just want all my children
Can't tote the Glocks if they don't come extended
Oh, he think that he with it?
If I tell 'em to spin, then my lil' niggas spinnin'
Just lit with the gang, spent a ten on some tennis
My BM the best, spend a dub on her titties
Got 30 for niggas that's thinkin' they silly
Yeah, X, it's big on big
Lil' bruh Glock ain't regular, it's rigged
Play me like a square, I'ma fire up this cig
'Fore I spoil lil' shorty, gotta take care of my kids
Trap havin' hair, pull up, get you some wigs
Ay, what you know 'bout tryna get off some mids?
Ay, I'm double-wrappin' the 'za
It's loud, when I come through, you can hear it
Roll over, get bread on the wake-up
Man, that new Glock Daffy, you can't duck it
Had to send the pack back 'cause it ain't musty
Diamonds hit day and night like Kid Cudi
Pretty-ass stick case, it get ugly
Smack her, tell her be quiet like a big cousin
Stir my left and my right, make it get chubby
12 hop behind me, I'ma Nick Chubb 'em
Ridin' with a scan and a McDouble
Ay, you can go ask my partner, I really sold
See, I jumped off the block back when I was a
When I pick up my wrist, all these bitches say (boy)
Bet they hear this new shit and say (oh boy)
And we steppin' on shit, it ain't really nothin' new
All these apes mobbin' with me come straight out the zoo
Feel like Caesar, I taught all these apes how to shoot
No mask on a lick just to see what it do
Every nigga that's with me gon' slide like a nuke
I can't cuff on a ho if that bitch don't produce
Boy, this shit on my wrist, the same price as your coupe
If I ever go broke, then it's, "Give me the loot"
Had to get to the money, that shit there the rule
They be loud on the 'net, but in person, they mute
'Cause it's true we be standin' on shit like a boot
And my money grow every which way, call it Groot (ay, ay)
Big Backwood, we can smoke a four
Lot of shit I do, niggas can't afford
Had a bag before Siri, I trapped off the 'Droid
You get hit with FN, then it's (oh boy)
These niggas 12 just like Colt McCoy
I'm servin' cookies just like Chips Ahoy
I'm rockin' water, my neck got a shore
Wide body, got horse shit inside the garage
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Writer(s): Cameron Giles, Mariah Carey, Norman Jesse Whitfield, Justin Gregory Smith
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