BROCKHAMPTON - Big Pussy lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - Big Pussy lyrics]
Fuck you fuck you, come up here then
Oh, wow, big pussy you guys ready?
Yo, yo shut your bitch-ass up, nigga, uh
Fuck you to anyone that claim
That they got me (Uh)
When my heart was low
It turn to kami-kamikaze
Respect was takin' back my gallery
I'm finna spaz (yeah)
The truth is everything we need
Can we agree with that? (yeah)
The group is over without being on the album
(Huh) i'm back and ready
Ciarán had to bring it out me (Huh)
I love to hate
But these days I'ma keep it classy (Huh)
Niggas I made
I love to see them boys surpass me (Huh)
Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty
(Huh)
Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P
I can't explain it, dawg
You know it's how magic be
You gotta bring it if you gettin'
On a track with me this shit a classic
It ain't even been out a week
The show is over, nigga
Please stop harassing me stop asking me
It's bad enough for me to
Deal with this tragedy
On my own (On my own, on my own, on my own)
What? On my what? Oh, no, no, don't, no
Listen to me, nigga
Ooh, boy, you still a bitch
Boy, you ain't doin' shit, boy
This that murder shit, boy
This that learn to destroy
The label needed thirty-five minutes of music
It's the true shit
Faggot nigga out of Houston
Doin', whatever the fuck I'm 'posed to do
Yeah moshing at the shows
Surprised we ain't get sued yet
Crowds go loco, we lean into their amusement
After shows taking photos with
All the new fans
I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver
Through the loose and dark
And stupid kinda movements
Injectin' hope into a generation
Of a lotta lonely motherfuckers
Sick of waiting
We ain't taking all them punches
To the fucking faces
Just to let some fuck niggas come
Around and say some fake shit
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin'
But a hustle can't nobody tell me shit
I made it out the jungle
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing
But a hustle
Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups
Nobody move a muscle
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing
But a hustle
Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups
Nobody move a muscle
Oh, wow, big pussy you guys ready?
Yo, yo shut your bitch-ass up, nigga, uh
Fuck you to anyone that claim
That they got me (Uh)
When my heart was low
It turn to kami-kamikaze
Respect was takin' back my gallery
I'm finna spaz (yeah)
The truth is everything we need
Can we agree with that? (yeah)
The group is over without being on the album
(Huh) i'm back and ready
Ciarán had to bring it out me (Huh)
I love to hate
But these days I'ma keep it classy (Huh)
Niggas I made
I love to see them boys surpass me (Huh)
Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty
(Huh)
Jesus my Savior, own my masters like Master P
I can't explain it, dawg
You know it's how magic be
You gotta bring it if you gettin'
On a track with me this shit a classic
It ain't even been out a week
The show is over, nigga
Please stop harassing me stop asking me
It's bad enough for me to
Deal with this tragedy
On my own (On my own, on my own, on my own)
What? On my what? Oh, no, no, don't, no
Listen to me, nigga
Ooh, boy, you still a bitch
Boy, you ain't doin' shit, boy
This that murder shit, boy
This that learn to destroy
The label needed thirty-five minutes of music
It's the true shit
Faggot nigga out of Houston
Doin', whatever the fuck I'm 'posed to do
Yeah moshing at the shows
Surprised we ain't get sued yet
Crowds go loco, we lean into their amusement
After shows taking photos with
All the new fans
I don't roll solo, need the crew to maneuver
Through the loose and dark
And stupid kinda movements
Injectin' hope into a generation
Of a lotta lonely motherfuckers
Sick of waiting
We ain't taking all them punches
To the fucking faces
Just to let some fuck niggas come
Around and say some fake shit
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin'
But a hustle can't nobody tell me shit
I made it out the jungle
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing
But a hustle
Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups
Nobody move a muscle
My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing
But a hustle
Gamble, slinging, doing stick-ups
Nobody move a muscle