"BIGFATJELLYDACHILIDAAAWG LUVAHLUVAH" lyrics
If I'ma sit up and break a bitch down and have her doing everything
I could sit in front of this white man and break him down the exact same way, it ain't no difference
You know what I'm saying?
I divide into equal parts, the cosmic egg
To create the universe, bitch-ass nigga
We don't return fire, we shootin' first
Academically, I'm a mutant cursed
With the brewing urge to put you in dirt
Serve and you can call me Omari when I ship you to a church
The 4-4 may show for show, the family tree don't grow no more
So bro handed me Toblerone and like Weezy, we phoned him home
Afro Sheen me to comb the fro, like dashiki, so black overcoats
We be over goat, luchini formed in locs, who cheat me? Warned the ropes
You below the quota, son, so this only enough to get you one rib and a handful of soda, chump
If I yell order somethin' and you won't swing my door or nothin', I'ma fold you up, uh
Just wanna roll a perfect score when we bowling thunder
Flow bestowed enough to get us blowin' up like where Dakota from
Shit, nowadays, I feel so easily irritated
Like how shrinkflation got corporations shortin' me pieces of beef bacon
How the Pro dropped and barely any games even utilize ray tracing
Don't stomp too hard in the crib when I'm bakin', nigga, the soufflé raisin'
Done sold more O's than Vanna White
I bet I could poke your ho by candlelight
And she was sayin' she ain't even a fan of I
Had to lean it up against the wall 'cause the motherfucker just wouldn't stand up right
I brought the can like it was Manwich night
Just to ensure the exchange go right, hmm
He rubs the lotion on his skin just to get them hoes again, hmm
Love calls him like he Kim Cole, this a stove for smell, hmm
Stood over what stood before him until it was overkill, hmm
He the player of the year every year like he supposed to win, hmm
He rubs the lotion on his skin just to get them hoes again, hmm
Love calls him like he Kim Cole, this a stove for smell, hmm
Stood over what stood before him until it was overkill, hmm
He the player of the year every year like he supposed to win, hmm
They actually thought I was Hov again from in the club when I poked his skin, hmm
But I'm kinda like Mr. Pib from all the cola I done sold and flipped, hmm
There he goes with 'bout four hoes and a twinny-twin-twin role to get, hmm
Gotta watch out for all the snake niggas slitherin' and snitchin' and cobra hissin', hmm
Skin so, so smooth, she asked if a nigga was usin' snail mucin
I'm the player of the year, I can tell by her lair that the bitch choosin'
I hypnotize from how I spit my rhyme, it got the bitch droolin'
That nigga ain't no player, he a Care Bear, who the fuck he think he foolin'?
Walked in the club with a honey turkey club, covered in Boosie long
With an all-red Suge suit on and a big-ass ruby stone
I'd usually exchange the game for free, but it's fees to this
To keep the bitch
You gotta do the same exact shit you did when you meet the bitch
But then again
He rubs the lotion on his skin just to get them hoes again, hmm
Love calls him like he Kim Cole, this a stove for smell, hmm
Stood over what stood before him until it was overkill, hmm
He the player of the year every year like he supposed to win, hmm
He rubs the lotion on his skin just to get them hoes again, hmm
Love calls him like he Kim Cole, this a stove for smell, hmm
Stood over what stood before him until it was overkill, hmm
He the player of the year every year like he supposed to win, hmm
It's just like this
If I'm sellin' you hand grenades in an alley
I said I'm not gon' let you throw my hand grenades, you either believe I got good hand grenades or you don't
If you believe I got good hand grenades, give me the money
And if I let you throw one, who's to say that's not the only one that's good in the case?
You know what I'm sayin', you can't pick, you either believe these is real or not or let me go
The man looked at me, said, "You got a lot of business sense
Have you ever been to business school?"
I said, "No, but I've sold hand grenades before"
And he wrote me a check for half a million dollars
Now who got pimped?
I could sit in front of this white man and break him down the exact same way, it ain't no difference
You know what I'm saying?
I divide into equal parts, the cosmic egg
To create the universe, bitch-ass nigga
We don't return fire, we shootin' first
Academically, I'm a mutant cursed
With the brewing urge to put you in dirt
Serve and you can call me Omari when I ship you to a church
The 4-4 may show for show, the family tree don't grow no more
So bro handed me Toblerone and like Weezy, we phoned him home
Afro Sheen me to comb the fro, like dashiki, so black overcoats
We be over goat, luchini formed in locs, who cheat me? Warned the ropes
You below the quota, son, so this only enough to get you one rib and a handful of soda, chump
If I yell order somethin' and you won't swing my door or nothin', I'ma fold you up, uh
Just wanna roll a perfect score when we bowling thunder
Flow bestowed enough to get us blowin' up like where Dakota from
Shit, nowadays, I feel so easily irritated
Like how shrinkflation got corporations shortin' me pieces of beef bacon
How the Pro dropped and barely any games even utilize ray tracing
Don't stomp too hard in the crib when I'm bakin', nigga, the soufflé raisin'
Done sold more O's than Vanna White
I bet I could poke your ho by candlelight
And she was sayin' she ain't even a fan of I
Had to lean it up against the wall 'cause the motherfucker just wouldn't stand up right
I brought the can like it was Manwich night
Just to ensure the exchange go right, hmm
He rubs the lotion on his skin just to get them hoes again, hmm
Love calls him like he Kim Cole, this a stove for smell, hmm
Stood over what stood before him until it was overkill, hmm
He the player of the year every year like he supposed to win, hmm
He rubs the lotion on his skin just to get them hoes again, hmm
Love calls him like he Kim Cole, this a stove for smell, hmm
Stood over what stood before him until it was overkill, hmm
He the player of the year every year like he supposed to win, hmm
They actually thought I was Hov again from in the club when I poked his skin, hmm
But I'm kinda like Mr. Pib from all the cola I done sold and flipped, hmm
There he goes with 'bout four hoes and a twinny-twin-twin role to get, hmm
Gotta watch out for all the snake niggas slitherin' and snitchin' and cobra hissin', hmm
Skin so, so smooth, she asked if a nigga was usin' snail mucin
I'm the player of the year, I can tell by her lair that the bitch choosin'
I hypnotize from how I spit my rhyme, it got the bitch droolin'
That nigga ain't no player, he a Care Bear, who the fuck he think he foolin'?
Walked in the club with a honey turkey club, covered in Boosie long
With an all-red Suge suit on and a big-ass ruby stone
I'd usually exchange the game for free, but it's fees to this
To keep the bitch
You gotta do the same exact shit you did when you meet the bitch
But then again
He rubs the lotion on his skin just to get them hoes again, hmm
Love calls him like he Kim Cole, this a stove for smell, hmm
Stood over what stood before him until it was overkill, hmm
He the player of the year every year like he supposed to win, hmm
He rubs the lotion on his skin just to get them hoes again, hmm
Love calls him like he Kim Cole, this a stove for smell, hmm
Stood over what stood before him until it was overkill, hmm
He the player of the year every year like he supposed to win, hmm
It's just like this
If I'm sellin' you hand grenades in an alley
I said I'm not gon' let you throw my hand grenades, you either believe I got good hand grenades or you don't
If you believe I got good hand grenades, give me the money
And if I let you throw one, who's to say that's not the only one that's good in the case?
You know what I'm sayin', you can't pick, you either believe these is real or not or let me go
The man looked at me, said, "You got a lot of business sense
Have you ever been to business school?"
I said, "No, but I've sold hand grenades before"
And he wrote me a check for half a million dollars
Now who got pimped?
