Big R.O.M.E.

Aye, you know I never really get a chance to talk my shit you know what I'm saying? Niggas don't even know I'm really lyrical for real
Like, like I really give bars, I really keep that shit in the tuck
So I think it's time for me to show y'all where the fuck I come from

Yea, aye
Old chick on that old shit
New whip with a cold bitch
Gimme head while I drive damn baby you gone make me lose focus
Not a player but I'm coaching
When I make it, it's a celebration, got my niggas wine glass toasting
Yea, aye
I know it's kind of hard to digest
To see a nigga making progress
And I ain't even really tried yet
Euro stepping like I'm Embid
I know I just got to trust the process
I got niggas really anticipating music I ain't even dropped yet
I don't even really feel the same
Rome pendant on a tennis chain
Big body Benz truck better slow down when you see me switching lanes
Luxury, probably why woman be loving me
I remember in school they was dubbing me
Get em back to the crib, now they rubbing me
In my bag in my, Duffy
Slay her, Buffy
If I, like her, she lucky, trust me
When I beat from the back I go crazy
No lil mama, you can't have my baby
Shorty you must be outta your rabid ass mind if you ever think I'll fold like that
Aye
And I'm back like I never left
Still the best that never did it yet
Going crazy when I get a check
Keep a iron in my blue jeans
For them niggas that be really pressed
I got 13 missed calls
Sorry baby, I was getting dressed
If that nigga got a problem with me
I might have to go and interject
Probably mad cause I took his main bitch
I ain't even mean to intercept
And I'm just getting started with it
Buddy I ain't even finished yet
Hold on, let me break this shit down for you niggas that don't get it yet
Aye!



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Writer(s): David Gardison
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