Tyler, The Creator Big Poe Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Welcome
Number one, body movement (Funky)
No sitting still (Dance, bro)
Number two, (Hahahaha) only speak in glory (Yeah)
Leave your baggage at home (None of that deep shit)
Number three, (Nigga) don't tap the glass
Roked roked roked l'elohim
Roked roked roked m'elohim

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Burn this shit down, turn this shit up
I don't get consent, I don't give f*cks
You on my dick, nigga, get up
Wipe your lips off while I zip up, huh
I'm a sick pup, girl, I'm nasty
Eat the cream pie in the back of the backseat
Yellow diamonds, black skin, I'm taxi
You can run all you want, nigga, you can't catch me
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (Ayy)
Nigga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I hate light skin niggas, on my momma
I like dark skin bitches like my momma
I like light skin bitches like my daddy
You ain't like that line? Not my problem
I'm on the plane, tryna f*ck her lip off
Switch all, sit on my face, gimme lip gloss
The tint off, that's not a G5, take that kit off right now
I'm Mario, pipe down

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Baby, I'm big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (Ayy)
Nigga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
Mm, I'm in Paris, where it rains
Married to the game, forty karats in the rings
And what you drive, you can't compare to the chains
Told my 'countant, "Hurry up with the plane"
G700, on the globe with eight thousand
Those are extended with the miles in
Virginia, Florida, France is the housin' I got a bunch of woods, they are down big
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (Ayy)
Nigga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
No cell phones, this a dead spot (Huh, huh)
You sneak photos, get your hands chopped (Huh, huh)
You weird as f*ck, nigga, I said stop (Huh, huh)
I don't trust white people with dread locks
Big dog, ball over here, Sandlot
I'm swimmin' in the green, I'm a ham hock (Bro)
I get the metal ringin' like a can top, pop

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes]
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)

[Verse 5: Pharrell Williams & Tyler, The Creator]
And they got bitches that want poundin'
Hoe niggas, broke niggas, shouldn't allow 'em
The diamond's most brilliant when it's rounded
You niggas don't talk to your accountant (Ayy)
Hoppin' out of baby mommas cars, clownin' (Ayy)
You ain't with the bullets flyin'? Get down, then (Ayy)
They ain't tell you 'bout this drip? Nigga, drown then (Ayy)
Oh, what you wanna get loud then?
Huh, f*ck around and get found, then
I like crewnecks, polos and chinos
A mouth full of rocks like Dino
Yellow diamonds, ask Jacob, nigga, he know
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Roked roked roked l'elohim (Nigga, he know, nigga, he know)
Roked roked roked m'elohim (Nigga, he know, nigga, he know)
Roked roked roked l'elohim
Roked roked roked m'elohim

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