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Cars are greasy Make your favorite OGs on CBS Uh, waxy Smoking that Barbara Walter's wax Same fucking outfit twenty days in a row I don't give a shit! You only came around cause you thought I had some money for you You got it fucked 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 pussy 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 Letras de cancionesStashed under the sole of the sneaker Fuck, fuck 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, fuck! 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 Shit! It's too crazy right? Yo, it's just fucking 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 Fuck 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 ass in the crack after I shat And I just had corn beef hash, ew! Yeah, it's me! Motherfucking Big Body I'm back for the fucking sequel, man You know I had come and to spice this shit the fuck up Mr. Fuckin Sazon himself I'm over here fucking wiling A lot of shit done motherfucking changed now Motherfuckers done came up, Whole lot of different motherfucking moves are being made You know what time it motherfucking is, So my lifestyle done changed a little bit All types of shit! The motherfucking crib is renovated, man All types of fly shit I got the new fucking marble floor, man! That shit is imported We just flew that shit in from Connecticut Motherfuckers is out here spinning stupid shit But you know me, man Same motherfucking body I'm out here whiling like I never changed, man! Is the same motherfucker you know me, man 98, doing stick-ups with the screw-driver It's me, man! The last car on the fucking A train man I fucking live this shit! Done came up, pockets was always ' Sometimes a little low but I get them back up, man Fill them up like the fucking gas tank God, man! Shout-outs to my fucking brother, man, Action Bronson, man We out here, man! We motherfucking out here, man Not enough to say, man But a motherfucking few more things that's what to say Shit is fucking crazy, man I'm out here smoking good, man Fucking pocket, fucking stupid, Fucking blunt pack with that up-town ' Shouts to all my motherfucking Dominicans out there in the Heights All of that, 172, 174, whiling You already know, man Nah, I don't even want a motherfucking ounce, B Give me motherfucking 40 dimes That's how I want it! In a brown fucking bag Yeah 'papi, that's how we doing it, big fucking style, man And I want that Chimi sauce dripping all over my fucking arm That's how I do it, man Wipe it with the fucking hundred dollar bill I'm out here whiling, man! My name Big Fucking Body, man Shouts to motherfucking Albania, Shouts to East New York, Shouts to Lindenwold, Shouts to motherfucking Flushing Shouts to the motherfucking Bronx, man All fucking day I'm out here wiling, man Eagles up! From Letras Mania