Big Body Sensei

Big body sensei watch out
When I back out
I'm finna blow this lil bad bitch back out
Try to run on me I quick pull the strap out
I'll never tell em where a nigga use to trap out
Kno where I'm going ion gotta pull a map out
I built a bitch like a mufuckin robot
I still got bitches my bitches don't kno bout
If he see pimpin he won't let his hoe out
Big sensei make them bitches wanna show out
And i got the heat for a hoe when it's cold out
Sensei bitch big bud no budget
Sell everything for I mufuckin touch it
If I say fuck it I'm bringing the ruckus
I put the dick in yo girlfriend stomach
Scrambled the eggs I ain't making a omelette
Big money Mitch
Bitch I ball like Donovan
Bitch I'm a king ion look like Solomon
Bitch it's freedope I ain't sellin a lot of it
Talk to the man and he tell me I'm prominent
I cocky when bae come wit interest
When I was 15 I dunked her like Vincent
I stretch that work no hypertension
I fuck that hoe like it's cleansing
Before I touch dope if was 5th dimension
But now ita Freedope I should mention
My limit is endless
Hustle relentless
I fuck her friends
Whippin they benzes
I put the dope in the trenches
I cant see can't in my lenses
She gotta pay the apprentice
Baby I kno that the cash rules
You look at me I look past you
My niggas wilder than baboons
Raw tune no cartoons
My chopper hit niggas like baddah boom
I feed my baby dope by the spoon
Bitch I'm the man on the moon
I'm on her head like shampoo
My hoes like weed and bamboo
King shit no jack moves
I put my tongue on her tattoos
I serve you quicker than fast food
I like a bitch wit sum attitude
But baby can't blow up my phone yea
Been In the I need the bag mood
Money moves maker ass move
Class rules is cash rules
Dope disappear like poof
Some of my niggas they ignorant
I can articulate what they be trynna say
Sensei from round the way
Kno where yo momma stay
We ate yo block with piranha face
Ak s all kinda drakes
Test the coach and never play
I move the dope down the avenue
My baby won't show you no gratitude
My enemy feel I'm irrational
I say look alive
Keep yo eyes on the prize
Just handle the biz and I'll handle u
Bitch this a scope not a telescope
U got the dope and the antidote
Now she throw it back like a lateral
Hakuna Matata
I been the dondada
The money and power
All praise to Allah
I cannot be fucking these hoes raw
I shoot the dope
Dope ball
I fuck yo hoe at no cost
Her feelings get tossed
I juggle em
Smuggle em
Ship em cross the border
I can put em on the water
Trynna trader her for a sporter
Cause to bitch a quarter
And need a dolla
Like dame
I treat a trick like I'm David Blaine
Trynna tap into all of brain
Menace to society like Kane
I got that flame
Like a butane
I'm in that blue thang
Is that the end?



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Writer(s): Kiante Davis
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