Cars are greasy
Make your favorite OGs on CBS
Uh, waxy
Smoking that Barbara Walter's wax
Same f**ing outfit twenty days in a row
I don't give a sh**!
You only came around cause you thought I had some money for you
You got it f**ed up, that's for the kids!
And if there's anything left I'll cop a crib
And if there's anything left after that I'll cop a six.
How you think I got the art displayed on the dinner plates?
First course was from the Finger Lakes,
Last course cinnamon ginger cake.
She gave me head during the Lakers game
I got her tied up, trying to erase her name
No, I caught her cheating,
Her p**y didn't feel the same,
She was probably with one of the Broncos,
Or LeBron so I blew her car up
Soon as she try to start it up, nah
I can't talk about that though, uh!
Your chance is thin like the moustache of Puerto Ricans
Shooting guns with my daughter on the weekend
Smoke the ' same color as The Weeknd
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker
f**, f** man, you're stashed under the sole of the sneaker
Smoke the' same color as The Weeknd, uh!
I told the driver,
'Lenny, swing me by the garden, I gotta talk to Pat!'
Hit him with stacks
Showed him the gap
Like you gonna miss the finger
Al right, f**!
I told the driver,
'Lenny, swing me by the garden, I gotta talk to Pat!'
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like
You gonna miss the finger roll right
Yes, Mr. Baklava!
Then I cart wheeled into a aqua car
sh**! It's too crazy right?
Yo, it's just f**ing nuts!
We just talking crazy at this point
I told the driver,
'Lenny, swing me by the garden, I gotta talk to Pat!'
Showed him some stacks
Then showed him the gat like
You gonna miss the finger roll right
Yes, Mr. Baklava!
Then I cart wheeled in an aqua car
Now I'm, sliding
Maya boy is made it no more, crying!
The facial reminiscent of a lion
f** around I'll send you back to Zion!
And I ain't even trying
Swing the wood wheel and lumberjacks
I remember back when they wouldn't spend a stack on my rap
Now they want to wipe my a** in the crack after I shat
And I just had corn beef hash, ew!
Yeah, it's me!
Motherf**ing Big Body
I'm back for the f**ing sequel, man
You know I had come and to spice this sh** the f** up
Mr. f**in Sazon himself
I'm over here f**ing wiling
A lot of sh** done motherf**ing changed now
Motherf**ers done came up,
Whole lot of different motherf**ing moves are being made
You know what time it motherf**ing is,
So my lifestyle done changed a little bit
All types of sh**!
The motherf**ing crib is renovated, man
All types of fly sh**
I got the new f**ing marble floor, man!
That sh** is imported
We just flew that sh** in from Connecticut
Motherf**ers is out here spinning stupid sh**
But you know me, man
Same motherf**ing body
I'm out here whiling like I never changed, man!
Is the same motherf**er you know me, man
98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver
It's me, man! The last car on the f**ing A train man
I f**ing live this sh**!
Done came up, pockets was always '
Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man
Fill them up like the f**ing gas tank
God, man!
Shout-outs to my f**ing brother, man,
Action Bronson, man
We out here, man!
We motherf**ing out here, man
Not enough to say, man
But a motherf**ing few more things that's what to say
sh** is f**ing crazy, man
I'm out here smoking good, man
f**ing pocket, f**ing stupid,
f**ing blunt pack with that up-town '
Shouts to all my motherf**ing Dominicans out there in the Heights
All of that, 172, 174, whiling
You already know, man
Nah, I don't even want a motherf**ing ounce, B
Give me motherf**ing 40 dimes
That's how I want it!
In a brown f**ing bag
Yeah 'papi, that's how we doing it, big f**ing style, man
And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my f**ing arm
That's how I do it, man
Wipe it with the f**ing hundred dollar bill
I'm out here whiling, man!
My name Big f**ing Body, man
Shouts to motherf**ing Albania,
Shouts to East New York,
Shouts to Lindenwold,
Shouts to motherf**ing Flushing
Shouts to the motherf**ing Bronx, man
All f**ing day I'm out here wiling, man
Eagles up!