Big Yavo - Dumb Ass lyrics
[Big Yavo - Dumb Ass lyrics]
See lately, been sippin' drank heavy
Pour a deuce in my smoothie
Ayy, I fuck with this beat
This shit here groovy
Big boss fire up a wood in the movies
So many blues, lost count
this shit got me clueless
Breast cancer bankroll
Whole lotta pinks on me
And I'm gettin' real hot like a mink on me
The niggas be octopus, shooter, got ink on me
Ice tray on my teeth
Shit skate like a rink on it
Victoria's Secret
Her panties got Pink on it
My girl know I'm a freak, yeah, that pussy
I lick on it
Don't want thе Glock if it don't
Got a dick on it
Big boss like Ross, I feel like Rick
Don't it?
I can tell if you 12, likе Rich Homie
Got this stick here from granny
This bitch got a switch on it
Nigga legs must broke
These niggas will switch on ya
These niggas ain't shit, they shit
Need to get on it
Been on my shit, never had me a big homie
Brand new fit, just spent your rent on it
Just got the run, man
Went and put tint on it
Where I'm from, can't be out here lackin'
Thought my uncle was Sam how
I'm out here taxin'
Slammin' these P's, Bobby
Said I need ham for cheese, bitch
I got cabbage
Stick make him hop like a bunny
You would think he a rabbit
Bitch, I stay in the hood
Big ass tool in my jacket
My niggas ballin and y'all niggas
Not in my bracket
My niggas ballin and y'all niggas
Not in my basket
I say basket, my niggas robbin'
These niggas ain't gettin' cake
They flodgin' yeah my shooter an egg
Shoot him right in his noggin
Big yavo good dope like the projects
Twenty piece slapper can't fit in no wallet
I'm on 44th baby, just meet me at
We havin' sticks, hibachi, just do it
Huarache
Bitch, I'm waist deep, I'm a P, Taraji
Adrian Peterson, zip 'em up, twenty-eight
This shit ain't fat, bitch
I got too much funnel cake
'Fore I grow up a hoe, my nigga
I'll run away
I'm on they head like barbers
Tiki and Rondae
See lately, been sippin' drank heavy
Pour a deuce in my smoothie
Ayy, I fuck with this beat
This shit here groovy
Big boss fire up a wood in the movies
So many blues, lost count
This shit got me clueless
Breast cancer bankroll
Whole lotta pinks on me
And I'm gettin' real hot like a mink on me
The niggas be out the, got ink on me
Fuck is you sayin', man
I just started doin' this shit, man
No pen, no pad, no songs
Shit straight off the dome, man no cap
Shit take me like, ten minutes well, fifteen
Five minutes to roll up a wood dumbass
Dumbass
Pour a deuce in my smoothie
Ayy, I fuck with this beat
This shit here groovy
Big boss fire up a wood in the movies
So many blues, lost count
this shit got me clueless
Breast cancer bankroll
Whole lotta pinks on me
And I'm gettin' real hot like a mink on me
The niggas be octopus, shooter, got ink on me
Ice tray on my teeth
Shit skate like a rink on it
Victoria's Secret
Her panties got Pink on it
My girl know I'm a freak, yeah, that pussy
I lick on it
Don't want thе Glock if it don't
Got a dick on it
Big boss like Ross, I feel like Rick
Don't it?
I can tell if you 12, likе Rich Homie
Got this stick here from granny
This bitch got a switch on it
Nigga legs must broke
These niggas will switch on ya
These niggas ain't shit, they shit
Need to get on it
Been on my shit, never had me a big homie
Brand new fit, just spent your rent on it
Just got the run, man
Went and put tint on it
Where I'm from, can't be out here lackin'
Thought my uncle was Sam how
I'm out here taxin'
Slammin' these P's, Bobby
Said I need ham for cheese, bitch
I got cabbage
Stick make him hop like a bunny
You would think he a rabbit
Bitch, I stay in the hood
Big ass tool in my jacket
My niggas ballin and y'all niggas
Not in my bracket
My niggas ballin and y'all niggas
Not in my basket
I say basket, my niggas robbin'
These niggas ain't gettin' cake
They flodgin' yeah my shooter an egg
Shoot him right in his noggin
Big yavo good dope like the projects
Twenty piece slapper can't fit in no wallet
I'm on 44th baby, just meet me at
We havin' sticks, hibachi, just do it
Huarache
Bitch, I'm waist deep, I'm a P, Taraji
Adrian Peterson, zip 'em up, twenty-eight
This shit ain't fat, bitch
I got too much funnel cake
'Fore I grow up a hoe, my nigga
I'll run away
I'm on they head like barbers
Tiki and Rondae
See lately, been sippin' drank heavy
Pour a deuce in my smoothie
Ayy, I fuck with this beat
This shit here groovy
Big boss fire up a wood in the movies
So many blues, lost count
This shit got me clueless
Breast cancer bankroll
Whole lotta pinks on me
And I'm gettin' real hot like a mink on me
The niggas be out the, got ink on me
Fuck is you sayin', man
I just started doin' this shit, man
No pen, no pad, no songs
Shit straight off the dome, man no cap
Shit take me like, ten minutes well, fifteen
Five minutes to roll up a wood dumbass
Dumbass