Single / Track

big woman somn

Robb Bank$•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

Tick, tock, gun, shot

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Nigga I'm fucking four, five, six, sevens, eight, nines by the dozens

I ain't giving up my heart, nah, nah for nothing

Big man somn, big woman somn, big man somn, big man somn

Bad man, spanglass, one rap, orange flag, fuck y'all, big man

Love y'all, but some y'all, too mad, run game, take my for idiot

Big man somn, big man somn, big man somn, big woman ting

Some boy talk when I back up her ting, shove all the mat take they eyes off of the ting

I might run for fly, ya bone up a fling, on the school playground, I build up the swing

Oh this girl beside me crass, all packed for the G attack, got ack na for cool af, hey

Alright, now I'll come, wanted to call you to put it to bed, but you got all of these hoes in your head

Let me talk that shit, put it all in your ear, but I'm the only one still standing right here

I'm one of them perks and xans like chant

I be alone thinking about that

Should be right here, where you at?

Bitch don make me get in my bag from MVP three years running

The other seven eyes getting loaded

That your favorite ho with a busset

Niggas hate me for the right reason

Please believe I'm with all the fuck shit

For what you stand for, fuck your album

And fuck your motherfucking music

It be the same pussy ass niggas that used to bank on ride or lose it

Used to bank on ride or fluke it

We took it all back and rebuke it

I'd give all that shit back in a heartbeat if I knew I'd lose you

And that's real talk

Only thing I can do now is just run through