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letra de put that shit on - big yavo

[intro]
(ayy, let that sh-t ride, tav)

[verse 1: big yavo]
double cup filled to the top right now
’cause i got this sh-t here out the mud
i’m havin’ carats, ain’t talkin’ ’bout hare
my diamonds be water, them hoes out the tub
ain’t talking doctors, these n-ggas some scrubs
steppin’ on opps, man, these n-ggas some rugs
we havin’ extensions, lil’ b-tch, i’m a plug
ayy, hit the show in a sprinter with thugs
bankroll nothin’ but dubs

[verse 2: lil bam]
she knowin’ i’m havin’ some sh-t
f-ck me in the trunk, don’t need a big bed
got a whole lotta bands in the bankroll
how the f-ck you expect me not to get a big head?
i got twenties and fifties and hundreds
that sh-t just look real pretty when i spread
go spend ’bout forty or fifty on guns
if them b-tches catch me, we goin’ to the feds
mixin’ christian dior with some sh-t
i don’t even much know how to say it
b-tch crazy as h-ll talkin’ ’bout she don’t suck d-ck
but she know how to beg
no security, but i ain’t worryin’ ’bout sh-t
ridin’ with some sh-t that’s the size of a leg
shoot through your chest and it come out your back
and that b-tch leave a hole that’s the size of your head
i just be buyin’ some sh-t that i can’t even pr-nounce
i ain’t tryin’, i just put it on
these f-ck n-ggas lyin’, they just make sh-t rhyme
when they talkin’ gangster sh-t up in them songs
might take me some time, but sh-t, i’ma grind
’cause i am not ridin’ no d-ck for to get on
but remind, f-ck b-tch, if you get out of line
then you’ll f-ck ’round and get spit on
[chorus: big yavo]
off-white denim, dior my shirt and my sneakers
she like how i put this sh-t on
i’m a big boss, i got my own fragrance
i don’t even much put on cologne
these n-ggas turned they back on me, d-mn, that’s crazy
they ain’t even much wearin’ vlone
just got in my zone
countin’ up racks, hands full
play callin’, can’t pick up the phone
off-white denim, dior my shirt and my sneakers
she like how i put this sh-t on
i’m a big boss, i got my own fragrance
i don’t even much put on cologne
these n-ggas turned they back on me, d-mn, that’s crazy
they ain’t even much wearin’ vlone
just got in my zone
countin’ up racks, hands full
play callin’, can’t pick up the phone

[verse 3: big yavo]
ayy, just caught an opp b-tch outta bounds and i took her back home
what’s that? that’s a pick-six, ayy
them n-ggas cool, but i ain’ in they face, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t friendly, ayy
n-ggas say they love you, but for real, that sh-t be envy
ayy, lil’ b-tch, i’m at the trap, you get pat down before you enter
i say country boy, just spent a whole mark ingram inside lenox, ayy
freaky b-tch suck d-ck a lil’ more sloppy if it’s tinted
brand new blue charger
and it came with pink paper, this sh-t ain’t rented
ayy, f-ck the dubs, got hundreds and fifties today
which car i’ma drive? how i’m feelin’ today?
[verse 4: lil bam]
trap did good, so i’m chillin’ today
sh-t, i think i made twenty today
don’t wan’ f-ck , keep tellin’ me that she g-y
wan’ nut on her titties and face
swear to god that i be trying to change
but i’m too stuck in my ways
and if i flop, then i’m gon’ rob
gon’ up this drac’, b-tch, open the safe
we just land the weight by seven
the b-tch gon’ k!ll the dog if he smell this sh-t
post in the trap just to sell this sh-t
just chill, ’cause he gon’ mail the rest
this rap sh-t take too much of my time
godd-mn, i got some bales to stretch
i’m a grown-ass man, n-gga, watch your tone
well, who the f-ck is you yellin’ at?

[chorus: big yavo]
off-white denim, dior my shirt and my sneakers
she like how i put this sh-t on
i’m a big boss, i got my own fragrance
i don’t even much put on cologne
these n-ggas turned they back on me, d-mn, that’s crazy
they ain’t even much wearin’ vlone
just got in my zone
countin’ up racks, hands full
play callin’, can’t pick up the phone
off-white denim, dior my shirt and my sneakers
she like how i put this sh-t on
i’m a big boss, i got my own fragrance
i don’t even much put on cologne
these n-ggas turned they back on me, d-mn, that’s crazy
they ain’t even much wearin’ vlone
just got in my zone
countin’ up racks, hands full
play callin’, can’t pick up the phone

- big yavo

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