BiG YNG Martyr (Ft. RiFF RAFF)
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[Hook]
I said bitch, it's a flute, not a dick, don't suck it
I been hot, hot, it's a hot boy summer
Big boss, Rick Ross, I'm a big dog stunner
Tik-tok, wrist watch looking big, big, big
I said bitch, it's a flute, not a dick, don't suck it
I been hot, hot, it's a hot boy summer
Big boss, Rick Ross, I'm a big dog stunner
Tik-tok, wrist watch looking big, big, big
[Verse 1]
I said hold up bih
Roll up bih
Hold up bitch I lost my jig
Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up big
Wrist to big can't fit in my jeans
Montclair jeans made off-white tee's
And wrist so cold my fist was freezing
Bitches tweaking but you thinking
Where you keys? Don't need em
Push to start the whip the mustang kinda feel disgusting
Man I hit it feeling nothing, it ain't raw then we ain't fucking
But we bussin', its on nothing
It's on ciders by the dozen
Buy you something what you wanted
Just a ring, okay I got it
Back to the beat and I'm feeling like Biggie
I'm moving my feet and I'm feeling so jiggy
I feel like a goat, and you better fuck wit me
I know I'm a goat, but you better fold wit me
I run it I never be stopping, this bitch in the back that a bat that she coughin' thе pussy was poppin'
She suck at the top (ah) like baby don't stop but thе head was so sloppy my dick started talking like
I said bitch, it's a flute, not a dick, don't suck it
I been hot, hot, it's a hot boy summer
Big boss, Rick Ross, I'm a big dog stunner
Tik-tok, wrist watch looking big, big, big
I said bitch, it's a flute, not a dick, don't suck it
I been hot, hot, it's a hot boy summer
Big boss, Rick Ross, I'm a big dog stunner
Tik-tok, wrist watch looking big, big, big
[Verse 1]
I said hold up bih
Roll up bih
Hold up bitch I lost my jig
Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up big
Wrist to big can't fit in my jeans
Montclair jeans made off-white tee's
And wrist so cold my fist was freezing
Bitches tweaking but you thinking
Where you keys? Don't need em
Push to start the whip the mustang kinda feel disgusting
Man I hit it feeling nothing, it ain't raw then we ain't fucking
But we bussin', its on nothing
It's on ciders by the dozen
Buy you something what you wanted
Just a ring, okay I got it
Back to the beat and I'm feeling like Biggie
I'm moving my feet and I'm feeling so jiggy
I feel like a goat, and you better fuck wit me
I know I'm a goat, but you better fold wit me
I run it I never be stopping, this bitch in the back that a bat that she coughin' thе pussy was poppin'
She suck at the top (ah) like baby don't stop but thе head was so sloppy my dick started talking like
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