Big Picture Lyrics
What it is, big dog?
I know I'm the shit, 'cause I bounce back.
Totally recovered from a pit fall.
Don't make you a fighter just because you got your fist (?)
It's get right and get paid, or good night and get lost.
Bitches talk big shit, even when my dick's soft,
everyday my birthday, they just wanna get they licks on.
Rocket ship, lift off. Come sit on my launch pad.
G5, mile high, group sex, jet lag.
Booty on checks cash, million, just stash.
Even if you hate me, shouldn't you respect that?
Yeah, you're now rockin' with the best, dad.
Chicks see me and be like "look at T.I. with his zig zag."
Wishin' they could take a ride on my moustache.
Or maybe see the inside of my blush pad.
But I must pass, I know what you want, up late one night, early morning, and, you (?) on me...
On my motherf**king life,
I'm so motherf**king tight.
They say he think he the shit,
I say you motherf**king right.
Teach a motherf**king dyke
To learn to love sucking pipe.
Busts his cars, trucks and bikes in my yard,
up the price of my performance, now I'm going for a half a mil a night.
Quarter million just to party if you gots to get it right.
Niggas (?), but I know something, if I put (?)
... End a nigga life..
Man, I keep the one hundred, a thousand to be precise,
If you (?) me frontin', go find a mountain and take a hike.
Yeah, I know you set your sights on me, tryna get strikes, homie.
Looks smaller, but feels bigger in real life, don't it?
I'm all that and more, ain't nothing but the hyph on it.
I'm sharing life moments, ain't nobody write for me.
You a one trick pony, I'm quadruple threat, homie.
Up late, 4 in the morning, and, hey... You (?) on me...
these lyrics are submitted by BURKUL
Songwriter(s): Clifford Harris, Aldrin Davis
Copyright: Toompstone Publishing, Domani And Ya Majesty'S Music, Toompstone Publishing Inc., WB Music Corp.
Record Label(s): 2010 Atlantic Recording Corporation for the United States and WEA International Inc for the world outside of the United States
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