Big Poe (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

Pharrell Williams

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    Welcome
    Number one, body movement (funky)
    No sitting still (dance, bro)
    Number two (ha-ha-ha-ha), 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

    Burn this shit down, turn this shit up
    I don't consent, I don't give fucks
    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 creampie 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

    Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, slim (ayy)

    I hate lightskin niggas, on my mama
    I like darkskin bitches like my mama
    I like lightskin bitches like my daddy
    You ain't like that line? Nah, not my problem
    I'm on the plane, tryna fuck her lip off
    Switch off, 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

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    Baby, I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, slim (ayy)

    Mm, I'm in Paris, where it rains
    Married to the game, forty carats in the rings
    And what you drive, you can't compare to the chains
    Told my accountant: Hurry up with the plane
    G700 or the Global 8000
    Those are extended with the miles in
    Virginia, Florida, France is the housing
    I got a bunch of wolves, they all down big

    Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, nigga, bitch (ayy)
    I'm Big Poe, huh, slim (ayy)

    No cell phone, this a dead spot (huh, huh)
    You sneak photos, get your hands chopped (huh, huh)
    You weird as fuck, nigga, I said: Stop (huh, huh)
    I don't trust white people with dreadlocks
    Big dog ball over here, Sandlot
    I'm swimmin' in the green, I'm a ham hock (bro)
    I'll get the metal ringin' like a can top, pop

    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)

    And they got bitches that want poundin'
    Ho 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 mamas' 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, fuck 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

    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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    Composición: Bernard Edwards (Usa), Nile Rodgers, Sandy Linzer, Denny Randell, Jonny Greenwood, Pharrell, Ali Shaheed, Malik, Busta Rhymes, Brown (Us 2) Charlie, The Braids, Red Cafe, D Lamb, Tyler The Creator, Shay Ben Tzur, Jamal Woolard, James Jackson, Charles Hugo y Kamaal Kareed

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