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hardy brothers - big yavo & gmf fatboy lyrics

[intro: big yavo]
shh, shh, shh (get faded like wheezy and baby)
say, fatboy (ayy, let that sh*t ride, tav)
get the b*tch faded, haha
why
b*tch know i’m the latest and greatest
let’s go, on gang

[verse 1: big yavo]
saint lauren glasses, my lens be profitable (my lens be profitable)
if he say he the larger, then he’s an imposter (he’s an—)
i probably done touched more cheese than papa (for real)
she said she can get a lil’ crazy, she ate that d*ck like a monster (for real)
thеse n*ggas tryna ride my wave likе nautical (ride it)
f*ck that, tryna wave my ride like nudy (tryna ride my—)
yeah, bad b*tch hard to hit like a doobie (she hard to hit)
told shawty, “i hustle and flow like lucci” (go)
i pick the plot, had to run me an audible (chase somethin’)
these n*ggas be green, so i call ’em oliver (green)
balenci’ my shirt, it used to be hollister
i might sip me some honey, then get in her back, make her holler somethin’ (get in her back)
run up that mula, changed my name to yavo
n*gga couldn’t catch up even in a tomato truck (can’t catch up)
rick owens, lil’ boy, these ain’t tailor trunks, and we can’t cover ’cause you don’t even pay enough (you get it?)
i’m the largest, this p, it don’t weight enough (no)
i pass the b*tch to my bro, now he laying up (laying)
if you owe me, we haven’t talked since then
no yap, you need to be paying up (right now)
i’m telling ya, them n*ggas is not yo’ friends, so you better watch how you saying stuff (better watch it)
i really was already ’bout my business, i was yay high in the sandbox (oh, for real)
i don’t know about watches, so i bought a cartier (cartier)
true religion’s my jeans like carly say (like carly)
i keep the drac’ in the car, you think my name was josh (yeah)
tate on the glock, get turned to a tot (get turned to a tot)
been bumping sosa, i ain’t loving no thottie (no)
thick b*tch named hannah, say she do the molly (say she do what? the molly)
yeah, him, i’m pimpin’ like scotty
would’ve been just like tariq if i went to college (shh, shh, but i’m big ghost)
[verse 2: gmf fatboy]
say, cuz like flapjacks, got a lot of syrup (lot of syrup)
b*tch, i get more neck than a collar shirt (than a collar shirt)
ball with the p’s, call me fatboy hollow burns (hollow burns)
chrome to my head, ’bout to write down. ’bout to call the curb (skrrt, curb)
college student, i’m having a lot of work (a lot of work)
young n*gga can’t wait to cop a perc’ (to cop a perc’)
why you asking ’bout bricks? but ain’t never saw a bird (you ain’t never saw a bird)
beat her b*tt, think i popped a perc’ (huh)
n*gga rap cap, sh*t be a lot of fields
told her come up off that p*ssy, she brought it here (she brought it)
bad b*tch got brain on a scholarship (scholar)
ten fat on the glock, made him freeze out and call the dip (call the dip)
say (say), chest flat, but i like how her bottom do (her bottom do)
white girl out the foreign, so i call her mere (i call her mere)
i check that boy head like a ref’
ain’t with all the team
plug left, had to call ’em back (call him)
uh (say), free my n*gga who josie, sleeping on the wrap
i’ll jack the boy up like he on the flat (like he on the flat)
knock the ho down, having d lock like a cornerback (a cornerback)
ain’t falling off, locked in, b*tch, i know the man (i know him)
how to run up some pape’, i can show you that (i can show you)
say, i got a freak ho makin’ post
playing her role (her role), i’m running her only fans (her only fans)
[outro: gmf fatboy]
on gang (on gang)
say

- big yavo gmf fatboy lyrics

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