BIG Lyrics

Big rack, big boof, big bitch, big crew

Get bread, get food, get fed, get nude

Big dick, big juice, big mad, big mood

Get head, get poon, get wet, get huge

Big fucking animal, my hands are full from lifting all the bandit loot

Damn it dude, I'm crashing ima bandicoot

Haven't been myself since I decided trying tranny cooch but still I screwed the pooch and got some rashes on my hands and gooch

Hungry wanna Sammy but my money isn't tangible

I stuck it in the crypto with those bulls damn I am a fool

Now I'm down a band or two

And my fucking rent is due

But at least I got that revenue from selling Vuse to the children in the school

They all think I am cool

They all like my music too

I should let them over soon

But first, let me ask my mom if I can use her living room

Mom

No

I am not a sexist I just wanna boomer type of bitch, a female who can cook and clean and humor me then ride my dick

Ban me from the twitter cause I violated title nine as if I know what that is

I just like to speak my mind fine

Wise guy

Wine time

I feel like a philosopher

An ancient Roman spitting poems with the alcoholic slur

Officer

Officer

There is not a problem sir

I promise her pulse and her tonsils were gone when I got to her

Man Ray Dirty bubble with a thirty Make him take a tumble

Waking baking egg and bacon crumble passing pumpernickel

Ima keep it fucking simple, I been dripping with the Gucci belt that's set to Wumbo, it won't fucking tickle

I've been working hard as fuck through every day and night

Bagging groceries for elderly obese and greasy dykes

Buying Reese's pieces, pizza bites Tryna fight me on the price

So I tell em shut up cunt select a fucking payment type

Big rack, big boof, big bitch, big crew

Get bread, get food, get fed, get nude

Big dick, big juice, big mad, big mood

Get head, get poon, get wet, get huge