BIG BOI (Explicit) - ABRA/Tommy Genesis
Written by：Gabrielle Mirville/Genesis Mohanraj
So you're a big boy
But let me tell you
Just because you're big
That don't mean a thing
You're a big boy you
Can handle yourself
But what I'm looking
For I need somebody else
Don't telephone my home
'Cause love don't live there no
More
He tryna talk in numbers
I ain't counting no score
Sit me down pat
Me down camo in the club
With the papi looking over
Shoulder checking from above
Making sure he know me
So he know me that
Way
I be rolling my eyes at
His rapping and his
Swag
Just because you big boy
I ain't down for the
Licking
Just because you fine
I ain't the b**ch you get
With and
Just because you tip that
Don't mean you come from
Money
I ain't mad I'm just
Bored so get this motherf**ker
Off me
I could be a lot of
Things but I ain't
Your girl
Hennessy and V V S
Turn you to a beast
You buying bottle after
Bottle then you trying to feel
On me
Didn't know I got them
Shooters and they waiting in
The cut
You must be looking for
Hooters because I am not
The one
You a cutie so kabuki
I'm not keke b**ch is
Choosy
Call me sweetie juicy
Fruity you gon leave and I'mma
Do me
All that gold got you
Thinking that you got the
Midas touch
Acting like you know me
Keep it up I'll cut
That pretty tongue
I don't wanna hear anymore
Tales 'bout where you from
Go back to your section
Your groupies look like they
Need love
You're a big boy
But you not gon' be my
Man
Flex with your rollie
I still don't wanna hold your
Hand
You a big boy
But you not gon be my
Man
You're a big boy
But you not gon be my
Man
You a big boy
But you not gon be my
Man
Flexing your position
But I'm not a f**king fan
You're a big boy
You're a big boy
