
letra de big citrus - lime king
[verse 1]
both my meat and a toy in her box like i’m— (omar on the come up!)
both my meat and a toy in her box like a happy meal
keep loose change in my pocket, how i’m packing steel
we gon’ smoke him, that sh-t giving me the munchies
boy, we ain’t into talking, we gon’ let the gun speak
women make half the d-mn population
how the f-ck you treating p-ssy like the one piece? (lime king, shuh!)
he f-cking around, he must not know the gang
i got a stick, that sh-t gon’ bang
if they opp, eh dun; wait, he doesn’t know the slang
we finna bleed the block, now they thinking i got fangs
why my side b-tch always calling? i’m just letting that sh-t rang
money going up to the ceiling, his sh-t looking like scott lang
she wanna know how the lime tastes, she eating the d-ck, she liking the tang
put the dots up on his head, now he be looking like yin and yang
we be walking on coals under pressure, looking like johnny dang
[chorus]
huhhh (all these b-tches even think they can f-ck with me!)
b-tch, i’m the motherf-cking big citrus
thought i sold shoes how i’m standing on my business
we be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like limp bizkit
huhhh (bah! bah! bah! bah! bah!)
b-tch, i’m the motherf-cking big citrus (d-mn right)
thought i sold shoes how i’m standing on my business
we be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like limp bizkit (hahaha)
[verse 2]
i keep that bl!cky in my backpack
talk sh-t ’bout the gang, you gon’ get your sack whacked
you should try and bust in over 21 like black jack
’cause i heard that boy was into minors, no jack black
always talking ’bout the money, where your racks at?
we be on the trees like a vietnam flashback
talking so much cap, sh-t, i gave that boy a hat rack
p-ssy so bald, that sh-t almost wore a snapback
hahhh (what?), i’m super saiyan in this b-tch (what?)
she be steady cupping my b-lls, thought that b-tch had perfect pitch (what?)
if he dress like adam sandler, he ain’t f-cking with the clique (what?)
she gon’ get blind twice, one from the wrist and one from the d-ck
i don’t chase hoes, i pick
autoimmune disorder, how i stay so sick
my pockets finna stay so rich
my c-ck finna stay in your b-tch and that sh-t finna stain your mattress
making movies with her back bent, she ain’t no actress
[chorus]
huhhh ([?])
b-tch, i’m the motherf-cking big citrus
thought i sold shoes how i’m standing on my business
we be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like limp bizkit
huhhh (bah! bah! bah! bah! bah!)
b-tch, i’m the motherf-cking big citrus (d-mn right)
thought i sold shoes how i’m standing on my business
we be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like limp bizkit
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