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Big Poe (feat. Sk8brd)

de Tyler, The Creator

Welcome
Number one, body movement (funky)
No sitting still (dance, bro)
Number two (ha-ha-ha-ha), only speak in glory (yeah)
Leave your baggage at home (none of that deep shit)
Number three (nigga), don't tap the glass
roked, roked, roked l'Elohim
roked, roked, roked m'Elohim

Burn this shit down, turn this shit up
I don't consent, I don't give fucks
You on my dick, nigga, get up
Wipe your lips off while I zip up, huh
I'm a sick pup, girl, I'm nasty
Eat the creampie in the back of the backseat
Yellow diamonds, black skin, I'm taxi
You can run all you want, nigga, you can't catch me

Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, slim (ayy)

I hate lightskin niggas, on my mama
I like darkskin bitches like my mama
I like lightskin bitches like my daddy
You ain't like that line? Nag, not my problem
I'm on the plane, tryna fuck her lip off
Switch off, sit on my face, gimme lip gloss
The tint off, that's not a G5, take that kit off
Right now, I'm Mario, pipe down

Baby, I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, slim (ayy)

Mm, I'm in Paris, where it rains
Married to the game, forty carats in the rings
And what you drive, you can't compare to the chains
Told my accountant: Hurry up with the plane
G700 or the Global 8000
Those are extended with the miles in
Virginia, Florida, France is the housing
I got a bunch of wolves, they all down big

Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)
I'm Big Poe, huh, slim (ayy)

No cell phone, this a dead spot (huh, huh)
You sneak photos, get your hands chopped (huh, huh)
You weird as fuck, nigga, I said: Stop (huh, huh)
I don't trust white people with dreadlocks
Big dog ball over here, Sandlot
I'm swimmin' in the green, I'm a ham hock (bro)
I'll get the metal ringin' like a can top, pop

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)

And they got bitches that want poundin'
Ho niggas, broke niggas, shouldn't allow 'em
The diamond's most brilliant when it's rounded
You niggas don't talk to your accountant (ayy)
Hoppin' out of baby mamas' cars clownin' (ayy)
You ain't with the bullets flyin'? Get down, then (ayy)
They ain't tell you 'bout this drip? Nigga, drown then (ayy)
Oh, what, you wanna get loud then?
Huh, fuck around and get found then
I like crewnecks, polos, and chinos
A mouth full of rocks like Dino
Yellow diamonds, ask Jacob, nigga, he know

roked, roked, roked l'Elohim (nigga, he know, nigga, he know)
roked, roked, roked m'Elohim (nigga, he know, nigga, he know)
roked, roked, roked l'Elohim
roked, roked, roked m'Elohim

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