BIG DADA
Big Dada
I to the C, plus the wrist not hot
They know I keep a tommy like my chick Lala
Hmm, that big booty with them thick thighs
This not another Wallace song with the big rhymes
Skinny nigga but in the game, yeah, I'm a big guy
If we dropping on the same day, boy, your shit flopped
AI, I'm ready for war, I tell practice "bye-bye"
Yezzir!
I'm in a sick ride
Shawty with me and we big vibing
And she wanna shop and spend thousands
Spend the bread baby, go 'head
She burnt it all like she toast bred
Your mixtape, I rate that shit five
Out of a hundred and I'm being kind
So sorry but that shit not it
My shit phalanges nigga because it stay knocking
(Nigga dead)
That's Oprah how y'all been silenced, yessir!
Big lyricist, that's all
But I'd be lying if I said I ain't sing my ass off
Ok, niggas get served with the flows, no dance-off
When this album drop, I'm hoping God gon' protect y'all
Can't slack off
Keep a foot on they neck, ooh, k
Niggas want the smoke, say less
I advise you, if you owe me and you gon' pay less
Then don't pay at all
I'ma have to put you to rest, aww
And that's solved
Big Dada
I to the C, plus the wrist not hot
They know I keep a tommy like my chick Lala
Hmm, that big booty with them thick thighs
This not another Wallace song with the big rhymes
Skinny nigga but in the game, yeah, I'm a big guy
If we dropping on the same day, boy, your shit flopped
AI, I'm ready for war, I tell practice "bye-bye"
C'est que du sport
I to the C, plus the wrist not hot
They know I keep a tommy like my chick Lala
Hmm, that big booty with them thick thighs
This not another Wallace song with the big rhymes
Skinny nigga but in the game, yeah, I'm a big guy
If we dropping on the same day, boy, your shit flopped
AI, I'm ready for war, I tell practice "bye-bye"
Yezzir!
I'm in a sick ride
Shawty with me and we big vibing
And she wanna shop and spend thousands
Spend the bread baby, go 'head
She burnt it all like she toast bred
Your mixtape, I rate that shit five
Out of a hundred and I'm being kind
So sorry but that shit not it
My shit phalanges nigga because it stay knocking
(Nigga dead)
That's Oprah how y'all been silenced, yessir!
Big lyricist, that's all
But I'd be lying if I said I ain't sing my ass off
Ok, niggas get served with the flows, no dance-off
When this album drop, I'm hoping God gon' protect y'all
Can't slack off
Keep a foot on they neck, ooh, k
Niggas want the smoke, say less
I advise you, if you owe me and you gon' pay less
Then don't pay at all
I'ma have to put you to rest, aww
And that's solved
Big Dada
I to the C, plus the wrist not hot
They know I keep a tommy like my chick Lala
Hmm, that big booty with them thick thighs
This not another Wallace song with the big rhymes
Skinny nigga but in the game, yeah, I'm a big guy
If we dropping on the same day, boy, your shit flopped
AI, I'm ready for war, I tell practice "bye-bye"
C'est que du sport
Credits
Writer(s): Jefferson Varela
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