Big Dubs

Big Dubs
Come on mother fucker
Big Dubs

Floating through the air
He's there then poof
Gone through your fingertips
Throwing on a rope
Fancy classy dope
He was born in the endzone
Cuz it's a touchdown baby, ha

Some day gonna grow up to be
A quarter billie man
Ice in the vein, Firebaugh brand
Double A badass
Stat that
And hell yea
We're gonna outclass the world

He's going straight to the hall of fame
If you challenge Josh Allen to anything
You should just give up
Putt putt
Home run derby
Armwrestling
Flip cup

You're gonna lose lose lose
No matter what you choose choose choose
This guy is made different
Like a Buffalo winter
He's coming to get ya
Buddy you're done
This isn't just for fun anymore
Here we go

Big Dubs
Come on motherfucker
Big Dubs

Big Dubs
Yeah, bring it home



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Schlia
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