Chewy
Need I say, I'm outta this world
Insane in your membrane
Shoulda asked the girl out
Before
You bright her over here to me
Boutta take your girl
The last thing she'll see today is me
All on that ass
Like a straight killer
Murderous and
She gonna catch the beat
Made me look like a don
Stunting, pimping on them
Need to ask her lady matey
Will you roll up on the side of me
Hands on the thighs
Rolling down the street
Nigga Do you see
You ain't a match to me
Just a fly on the mirror
The cheerleaders came for me, homie
It's my Side of the court
Don't care if you object
Nigga your the sort
The kind to bring another motherfucker down
Cause you ain't get the digits
But little does he know
Worship, that's all I want from you
Wearing all my fancy clothes
Can you take me home
I should warn you, I don't wanna hear you say no
She got her handbag and she looking oka
Not trustworthy but you might catch me
All in that pussy
But don't worry
Cause I'll keep her safe
She'll call me daddy
Uh oh
Bag it to go
All that she know is when I'm bout to blow
Pulling her hair cause the shits gettin turnt
And she backing up on me
Say baby don't go
Talking like, oh shit
Better wait now
'Fore I blast a blast of my mary-mary, meet your son
That's right, cause they know I'm a god
Keeping her going till she takes a lot
Seeing I'm right, can you get your spot down right
Pull off the road till you see on your right
Got my hand on you and holding it tight
Don't need a break cause we going all night
I'll wear my tight red dress
Make you fall in love
I don't wanna play with you
Check your back pockets first
Oh
They don't understand why the hell I came here
Going up and down, got em tipsy topsy
Curvy
No way
Honey you don't wanna case
Of my thunder on that ass
You know the way
Late night out and we're having a blast
On that sweet schwan cheap ass caymus
And
She came rollin around with her hennessey
I took one sip and I had a dream
Not one of them wet ones, it was a struggle
I dreamt nobody ever heard of the Big Homie
That ain't what's up
Let me get the good word
Boutta teach ya how its meant to be
So please get down on your fucking knees
Time for a little lesson
Black and Bougie on the scene
You wanna find out how it's meant to be
C'mere and find out, hold on you'll see
Big Homie, that's it for me
You bought me a drink
Just leave the Hennessey and let me be
Let me be
Insane in your membrane
Shoulda asked the girl out
Before
You bright her over here to me
Boutta take your girl
The last thing she'll see today is me
All on that ass
Like a straight killer
Murderous and
She gonna catch the beat
Made me look like a don
Stunting, pimping on them
Need to ask her lady matey
Will you roll up on the side of me
Hands on the thighs
Rolling down the street
Nigga Do you see
You ain't a match to me
Just a fly on the mirror
The cheerleaders came for me, homie
It's my Side of the court
Don't care if you object
Nigga your the sort
The kind to bring another motherfucker down
Cause you ain't get the digits
But little does he know
Worship, that's all I want from you
Wearing all my fancy clothes
Can you take me home
I should warn you, I don't wanna hear you say no
She got her handbag and she looking oka
Not trustworthy but you might catch me
All in that pussy
But don't worry
Cause I'll keep her safe
She'll call me daddy
Uh oh
Bag it to go
All that she know is when I'm bout to blow
Pulling her hair cause the shits gettin turnt
And she backing up on me
Say baby don't go
Talking like, oh shit
Better wait now
'Fore I blast a blast of my mary-mary, meet your son
That's right, cause they know I'm a god
Keeping her going till she takes a lot
Seeing I'm right, can you get your spot down right
Pull off the road till you see on your right
Got my hand on you and holding it tight
Don't need a break cause we going all night
I'll wear my tight red dress
Make you fall in love
I don't wanna play with you
Check your back pockets first
Oh
They don't understand why the hell I came here
Going up and down, got em tipsy topsy
Curvy
No way
Honey you don't wanna case
Of my thunder on that ass
You know the way
Late night out and we're having a blast
On that sweet schwan cheap ass caymus
And
She came rollin around with her hennessey
I took one sip and I had a dream
Not one of them wet ones, it was a struggle
I dreamt nobody ever heard of the Big Homie
That ain't what's up
Let me get the good word
Boutta teach ya how its meant to be
So please get down on your fucking knees
Time for a little lesson
Black and Bougie on the scene
You wanna find out how it's meant to be
C'mere and find out, hold on you'll see
Big Homie, that's it for me
You bought me a drink
Just leave the Hennessey and let me be
Let me be
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Writer(s): The Big Homie
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