Adam n Eve(Big Body) Lyrics

Blatt!

Big body(big body)GLE(GLE)

Yeah, she wan' ride it, come on, ride with me(ride with me)

I'm out my body(out my body) off the lean(off the lean)

Know I'm bout it, don't tell what ya seen

Oh-huh, she wan' fuck? Uh huh, Fuck on me?

I smoke gas, this exotic weed

She think I'm gon' cuff? Huh huh, that ain't me

No, ain't no love, huh, ain't no Adam n eve

She know I pop my shit, I pop my shit

I Got Giuseppe's all on my kicks, Giuseppe all on my kick

And I don't go for shit, no, I don't go for shit

She want to fuck with the kid, she don't fuck with the kid

I got racks all in the middle, nigga know I got to double

And you niggas want to get the bag, get the bag they fumble

Nigga, we got good mags, my Glock won't stumble

I'm gon' hit it then I pass, no I can't cuddle

I'm on the top floor, they see that I'm up now they all be hopping on dick, leave that to my hoes

And I'm up and I'm on it, can't go nowhere without my blick, bring it to my shows

I get to the cheese this nachos

Bring his head to me, pronto

AP with the fully, we got those

Can't take it from me if I bought those

Bussin' off the jiggas, uh

Play, I get up with ya, uh

Stacking my credentials up

Play with the wrong side we leave em stuck

No you ain't got no luck, yo life we make it cut

You know just what it was and that's just all because

Huh, Big body(big body)GLE(GLE)

Yeah, she wan' ride it, come on, ride with me(ride with me)

I'm out my body(out my body) off the lean(off the lean)

Know I'm bout it, don't tell what ya seen

Oh-huh, she wan' fuck? Uh huh, Fuck on me?

Yeah, I smoke gas, this exotic weed

She think I'm gon' cuff? Huh huh, that ain't me

No, ain't no love, huh, ain't no Adam n eve

She know I pop my shit, I pop my shit

I Got Giuseppe's all on my kicks, Giuseppe all on my kick

And I don't go for shit, no, I don't go for shit

She want to fuck with the kid, she don't fuck with the kid

I got racks all in the middle, nigga know I got to double

And you niggas want to get the bag, get the bag they fumble

Nigga, we got good mags, my Glock won't stumble

I'm gon' hit it then I pass, no I can't cuddle