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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Malden
Yaven Malden
Lyrics
King Jay
King Jay
Arranger

Lyrics

[Intro]
Let's go
The Largest
King Jay got these speakers knockin'
[Verse 1]
Aye, my clip fully loaded, I can shoot me a movie
Drunk with some 'migos with bitches that bad and bougie
Foreign shit, baby look like she from Cuba
Keep a bitch rubbin' my belly while in the jacuzzi
I'm out here gettin' money while you **** snoozin'
Baby girl playin' with her role like Ruby
Should've been my bitch, but you goofy
Think 'bout we could've been, no Druski
Think I ain't strap? ****, you stupid
The push of a button can make the bitch ruthless
Ask for some head, she say she don't do it
Show her some money, now the bitch toothless
Baby, this Louie, this is not Coogi
Spin on the opps, bumpin' that Screwly
Hop out the Wraith, bumpin' that Drac'
No Champagne, 7.62 in your face
[Verse 2]
Superman Yay, I save the day
Fly as a bitch, double G cape
Go get some money, it never too late
She pulled up at 1, but she ate
Supreme my Forces, jumpsuit Bape
I need a binder, pocket got pape'
Get richer like Lamar, get rid of this weight
Slab full of zaza, this ain't no vape, uh-huh
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
"Yay, is you havin' hoes?" Uh-huh
"Yay, is you on the road?" Uh-huh
"Yay, do y'all got them loads?" Uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
"Yay, you gon' ever fold?" Uh-uh
"Yay, do you got a pole?" Uh-huh
'Yay, you stick to the code?" Uh-huh
[Verse 3]
These lame-ass **** don't stick to the code
Too busy chasin' and trickin' on hoes
If I need money, I'm hittin' the road
Fly back in the morning and get this shit sold
Fly back and get this shit gone
If you not a Clover, can't come in my home
You know I'm the QB, get you a good P for fifteen
I feel like Patty Mahomes
I'm dunkin' like Moses Malone
The block secured, it got two or three drones
How you slabbin' but ain't got a phone?
Shitbaggin', come get you a zone
I ain't tryna kick it, pull up, get whatever you gettin', then you gotta go back home
I know I been stackin' 'cause when I go count up them rackies, that shit take so damn long
You ain't count everything that you got in your name in a minute, you ain't got nothin' goin' on
**** be yappin' and talkin' 'bout they real, look around, they ain't put nobody on
Huh, **** just bumpin' they teeth, yeah, **** just bumpin' they gums
You think I'm cuttin' your grass, fuck around and lay in your lawn
How you got there? I just spun, Big Yay a son of a don
Fuck that, a son of a gun, aye, look, I'm one of them ones
Been seen the haters like John, in the dark, bitch, I shine like the sun
I go nuts on this bitch like pecans, nutted her guts and I told her to hush
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
"Yay, is you havin' hoes?" Uh-huh
"Yay, is you on the road?" Uh-huh
"Yay, do y'all got them loads?" Uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
"Yay, you gon' ever fold?" Uh-uh
"Yay, do you got a pole?" Uh-huh
'Yay, you stick to the code?" Uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Written by: Yaven Malden
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