LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBig Poe (Feat. Pharrell Williams)
WelcomeNumber one, body movement (funky)No sitting still (dance, bro)Number two (hahahaha) , only speak in glory (yeah)Leave your baggage at home (none of that deep shit)Number three (nigga) don't tap the glassRoked roked roked l'ElohimRoked roked roked m'ElohimBurn this shit down, turn this shit upI don't consent, I don't give fucksYou on my dick, nigga, get upWipe your lips off while I zip up, huhI'm a sick pup, girl, I'm nastyEat the cream pie in the back of the backseatYellow diamonds, black skin, I'm taxiYou can run all you want, nigga, you can't catch meBig poe, huh, nigga (ayy)I'm big poe, huh, nigga (ayy)I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)Nigga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (ayy)I hate lightskin niggas, on my mommaI like darkskin bitches like my mommaI like lightskin bitches like my daddyYou ain't like that line? Not my problemI'm on the plane, tryna fuck her lip offSwitch off, sit on my face, gimme lip glossThe tint off, that's not a take that kit off right nowI'm Mario, pipe downBaby, I'm big poe, huh, nigga (ayy)I'm big poe, huh, nigga (ayy)I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)Nigga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (ayy)Mm, I'm in Paris, where it rainsMarried to the game, forty karats in the ringsAnd what you drive, you can't compare to the chainsTold my 'countant: Hurry up with the planeon the globe with eight thousandThose are extended with the miles inVirginia, Florida, France is the housin'I got a bunch of 'Woods, they are down bigBig poe, huh, nigga (ayy)I'm big poe, huh, nigga (ayy)I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)Nigga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (ayy)No cell phones, this a dead spot (huh, huh)You sneak photos, get your hands chopped (huh, huh)You weird as fuck, nigga, I said stop (huh, huh)I don't trust white people with dreadlocksBig dog, ball over here, SandlotI'm swimmin' in the green, I'm a ham hock (bro)I get the metal ringin' like a can top, popDon't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)(Jump, jump)(Jump, jump)(Jump, jump)And they got bitches that want poundin'Hoe niggas, broke niggas, shouldn't allow 'emThe diamond's most brilliant when it's roundedYou niggas don't talk to your accountant (ayy)Hoppin' out of baby mommas cars, clownin' (ayy)You ain't with the bullets flyin'? Get down, then (ayy)They ain't tell you 'bout this drip? Nigga, drown then (ayy)Oh, what you wanna get loud then?Huh, fuck around and get found, thenI like crewnecks, polos and chinosA mouth full of rocks like DinoYellow diamonds, ask Jacob, nigga, he knowRoked roked roked l'Elohim(nigga, he know, nigga, he know)Roked roked roked m'Elohim(nigga, he know, nigga, he know)Roked roked roked l'ElohimRoked roked roked m'Elohim
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