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BigXthaPlug ft. Big Yavo - Boy (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Vocals
BigXthaPlug
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dalvin Graves
Dalvin Graves
Songwriter
Xavier Landum
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
Laron L James
Laron L James
Songwriter
Yaven Mauldin
Yaven Mauldin
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Whitfield Norman
Whitfield Norman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Loko Laflare
Loko Laflare
Producer

Letra

(Loko, what it do, man?) (Boy, boy, boy, oh boy) (Boy, boy, boy) Ayy Big Backwood, we can smoke a four Lot of shit I do, niggas can't afford Had a bag before Siri, I trapped off the 'Droid You get hit with FN, then it's- (oh boy) These niggas 12 just like Colt McCoy I'm servin' cookies just like Chips Ahoy I'm rocking water, my neck got a shore Wide body, got horse shit inside the garage (ayy) Listen, this big X, bitch, I'm the biggest These women don't want me, just want all my children Can't tote the Glocks if they don't come extended Oh, he think that he with it? If I tell 'em to spin, then my lil' niggas spin it Just lit with the gang, spent a ten on some titties My BM the best, spend a dub on her titties Got 30 for niggas that's thinking they silly Yeah, X, it's big on big Lil' bruh Glock ain't regular, it's rigged Play me like a square, I'ma fire up this cig 'Fore I spoil lil' shorty, gotta take care of my kids Trap havin' hair, pull up, get you some wigs Ayy, what you know 'bout tryna get off some mids? Ayy, I'm double-wrapping the 'za So loud, when I come through, you can hear it Roll over, get bread on the wake-up Man, that new Glock Daffy, you can't duck it Had to send the pack back 'cause it ain't musty Diamonds hit day and night like Kid Cudi Pretty-ass stick case, it get ugly Smack her, tell her be quiet like a big cousin Stir my left and my right, make it get chubby 12 I have behind me, I'ma Nick Chubb 'em Ridin' with a stunt and a McDouble Ayy, you can go ask my apartment, I really sold See, I jumped off the block back when I was a- When I pick up my wrist, all these bitches say (boy) Bet they hear this new shit and say (oh boy) And we steppin' on shit, it ain't really nothin' new All these apes model with me come straight out the zoo Feel like Caesar, I taught all these apes how to shoot No mask on a lick just to see what it do Every nigga that's with me gon' slide like a nuke I can't cuff on a ho if that bitch don't produce Boy, this shit on my wrist, the same price as your coupe If I ever go broke, then it's, "give me the loot" Had to get to the money, that shit through been the rule They be loud on the 'net, but in person, they mute 'Cause it's true we be standin' on shit like a boot And my money grow every which way, call it Groot (ayy, ayy) Big Backwood, we can smoke a four Lot of shit I do, niggas can't afford Had a bag before Siri, I trapped off the 'Droid You get hit with FN, then it's- (oh boy) These niggas 12 just like Colt McCoy I'm servin' cookies just like Chips Ahoy I'm rocking water, my neck got a shore Wide body, got horse shit inside the garage
Writer(s): Mariah Carey, Norman Jesse Whitfield, Justin Gregory Smith, Cameron Giles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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