Big Ole (feat. YFN Fat) - YFN Lucci

Scu-Scu-Scu-Scu 'Scuse Me, But you have got the biggest butt I've ever seen Twirl it round I'll knock ya down Its really quite obsene Your asking me to feel it, I don't wanna be rude The fucking thing it takes up room I'm not in the mood.

Big, fat bass, the big, fat, bass Big, fat bass, the big, fat bass Big, fat bass, the big, fat bass Big, fat bass, the big, fat bass Big, fat bass, the big, fat bass Big, fat bass, the big, fat bass Big, fat bass, the big, fat bass I can be the treble, baby, you can be the bass You can be the bass, you can be the bass I can be the treble, baby, you can be the bass You can be the bass, you can be the bass I can be the treble, baby, you can be the bass You can be the bass, you can be the bass I can be the treble, baby, you can be the bass You can be the bass, you can be the bass Hey, you see me down on the floor I want you to take me higher 'Til I can't take it no more It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger And now you see me up in the sky I was rockin' the bottom Now look at me, I can fly It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger It's gettin' bigger, bigger, bigger The bass is gettin' low The bass is gettin' low The bass is gettin' low It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger Hey, you see me out in the night I wanna go out dancing So I can feel alright It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger Yo, take me out in the lights I wanna have me a good time The bass is feelin' nice It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass Yo, yo, yo Y'all better get ready for the kick drum For the kick drum, for the kick drum Y'all better get ready for the kick drum For the kick drum, for the kick drum Yo, it's a kick drum, come and get some Of the sound that's rockin' your system When it pounds, it cause an addiction Y'all addicts better have a prescription Me and Brit got the whole club trippin' They sit and wait and listen For the kick drum, for the kick drum For the kick drum, for the kick drum For the big, big, fat, fat bass, rocking all in your face Vibration got the place, right now let's get crazy Here we go, here we go, here we go Everybody in the place get frantic This beat right here's gigantic, yo It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger It's gettin' bigger, the bass is gettin' bigger It's gettin' bigger (the bass is gettin' bigger) I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass, you can be my bass I can be your treble, baby, you can be my bass You can be my bass (the Femme Fatale)

Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Uh, Lotta money in here Uh, Terror Squad Now and forever Top of the world, Tun Yeah, uh Yeah, uh They call me Joey Crack my name'll never be forgotten Livin' in the NY city thats rotten Niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin' Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin' But we not cuz we all still shinin' You average, We floss four karat diamonds Layin' up in the plushes suite Wit the thuggish freaks She love to eat plus bust the heat We touch the streets wit the same principles Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you Joe Crack one in a million Get cash from drug deals But still keep the weapons concealed Build wit the gods Todays madd fast cars Who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar My repitore is far beyond belief Y'all ain't much to me Honestly you can't fuck wit me (Chorus)-Big Pun It's my life, my money, my world My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail Want us to fail cuz you on our dick But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb Before he changed his name and started making wack songs Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk Was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets I live the plush life Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights Just the life that the playa portrays Lookin' laced in my FJ560's It's many ways that we gon get it Look how many years we don did it Cop land and build a home in it That's all I ever wanted dreamed of Create a mean buzz Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love You see us on B.E.T. Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity It's been around three years since my last LP But it gets no better than this Consecutive hits You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit Conpetitive bitch I got my enemies mapped out No doubt Take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq's house You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out The ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out My niggas force black outs Shoot up ya skate key You love to hate me Pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty (Chorus)-Big Pun (Ad-lib til end) Yeah, gon ride for you Yeah, uh, uh, uh Gon ride for you Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh) Yeah, We gon ride for you We gon ride for you Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle Hold ya head baby, Uh Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium Joey Crack, realness 1 (7X's) Tony Montana, Yeah what

¿Aló? Maria Isabel, ¿cómo le va? Hola, Pablo Escobar Bien Le quiero pedir un favor muy grande en nombre del país Sí ¿Por qué no hacemos algo para que se entregue y le Garanticen la vida, y se pueda ver con su familia? Yo estoy disponible para eso, Yo soy el-el-el que tiene mejor voluntad en ese caso Estoy dispuesto a aceptar una cárcel intermedia I'ma give you real talk Had to cut a couple bitches off This year I'm only tryna get paid I made a resolution that a hundred milli is the goal If I don't get it then I motherfuckin' lost Yeah, it's like that, all facts, no cap Do you look like that in person like you do up on the 'gram on vacay? Girls trip, pictures in the sand Got a NBA sponsor and advance I'ma shoot my shot, Kawhi Leonard with the shot In the corner wit' my niggas while she trap, yeah Baddies over thots, Birkin bags mean a lot If you pull up with some lean, then you might get in between It's a real big difference when you on a winnin' team Got a condo full of condoms and a California King She be like, "I'm a queen, where my wedding ring?" I'm like, "Look, ma, I'm married to the streets" Wait, I just turned the color of my backyard blue (Blue) Swimmin' in the ocean and a pool (Pool) Lappin' these niggas in a game, it ain't a race It's a marathon, yeah, I'm living proof (Proof) Shawty hit me, "Can I bring a friend?" (Bring a friend) Ayy, it's summer, so you better bring a ten (Bring a ten) With your two-piece on, Dior, Fendi, or Chanel When you pull up, baby girl, you jumpin' in Big splash on 'em Ha, yeah, splash on 'em, yeah You ain't scared to get wet, woo Splash on 'em, yeah, big splash on 'em Dre, big splash on 'em, big — Remy Ma, fuckin' squad Big splash, oh my God Shh, eat the pussy, don't talk Learn to swim before you drown You gotta crawl 'fore you walk, huh? Huh, I'ma take a nigga downtown Breathe in, breathe out Yeah, then I'ma let you backstroke in it But before I do, you got a heads up Nigga, I'm so icy (So icy) Richard Quinn on the fit, so pricey Tell parole, Rem back on the bullshit Eighth, bigger check, four bands if the shoe fits Rich bitch, yeah, I could throw the cash on 'em Bad attitude, baby, I could spaz on 'em See I could pass on 'em or throw that ass on 'em Give 'em a lil' drip or I could big splash on 'em I just turned the color of my backyard blue (Blue) Swimmin' in the ocean and a pool (Pool) Lappin' these niggas in a game, it ain't a race It's a marathon, yeah, I'm living proof (Proof) Shorty hit me, "Can I bring a friend?" (Bring a friend) Ayy, it's summer, so you better bring a ten (Bring a ten) With your two-piece on, Dior, Fendi, or Chanel When you pull up, baby girl, you jumpin' in Big splash on 'em Ha, yeah, splash on 'em, yeah You ain't scared to get wet, woo Splash on 'em, yeah, big splash on 'em Big splash on 'em, big — Ayo we really the real in the Zion era (Zion) Ten toes down, pray my niggas live forever (Live forever) Pillows in the Rolls, that's a 'sace ('Sace) Doin' coastal, we might do the 'malfi Everybody know rap's young Gotti So many hoes, lost count on the bodies Hit in jail, I was fuckin' on the C.O Big, big red had her hunched on her tiptoes Pray to God she ain't pregnant Came hard, blew and took it on the pendant Big money, man, you could blame Rich Pablo, Gustavo, all for the Chapo (For the Chapo) Blood diamonds on the Jesus Wrist lit like the Wraith roof If you see a bad bitch, point her out (Point her out) From Chanel to a Birkin, gettin' around the house I just turned the color of my backyard blue (Blue) Swimmin' in the ocean and a pool (Pool) Lappin' these niggas in a game, it ain't a race It's a marathon, yeah, I'm living proof (Proof) Shorty hit me, "Can I bring a friend?" (Bring a friend) Ayy, it's summer, so you better bring a ten (Bring a ten) With your two-piece on, Dior, Fendi, or Chanel When you pull up, baby girl, you jumpin' in Big splash on 'em Ha, yeah, splash on 'em, yeah, yeah You ain't scared to get wet, woo Splash on 'em, yeah, big splash on 'em, yeah (Chee) Big splash on 'em, yeah Big, big, big, big

Squat made the beat Money, power, respect Shit you gotta die fuck nigga yeah yeah yeah yeah Look Yellow gold VV's Saw her with the BB's Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Knew it wasnt for me I start kickin' doors, got tired sellin weed, stop sellin these dreams Oh, yellow-gold VV's Saw 'em with the BB Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me 745 Aw huh bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Look, I had to sell dope and rob, I ain't have no job I was so impatient, somewhat taken, I knew that time was hard I just want you to pray for me, baby I just beat the odds Lately I just been thankin' God, some shit I just can't avoid I'ma need an eight car garage all my car pull up a Button to start all my car pull up a button they park Audemars, I got three in all I just hope they free my dogs Man you know you don't eat, you gon' starve, What you not a believer dog? how you shit on your people, dog? Better to go hit a lick or something what you scared 'bout a bitch for We used to bust down .36 Now i gotta bust down .36 nigga, another touchdown now we lit yeah yeah Yuh, uh, stuff a seven in a blunt call it Michael Vick yeah yeah oh Back den we were fucked up Yellow gold VV's Saw her with the BB's Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Knew it wasnt for me Start kickin' in doors got tired sellin weed stop sellin' these dreams Oh, yellow-gold VV's saw em with the BB Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life For me Knew it wasnt for me yeah yeah Look we been pourin' red now My nigga dead now I can't hold my head down we gettin' bread now We count up every hour Versace every towel ay bro the world is ours My name all in they mouth My family keep me grounded, fake shit keep me from 'round it Hatin they ain't get you found yet, VVS on me I'm drownin' Gotta wear shit skee I'm drownin' I can't leave without it I can't walk in Without it they can't hop in to my shit, yeah I been on my grind for so long Workin on my own shit, niggas try and clone me I've been tryin' not to lose it I've been tryin' not to lose it, yeah Look Yellow gold VV's Saw her with the BB's Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Knew it wasnt for me Start kickin' in doors got tired sellin weed stop sellin' these dreams Aw Yellow gold VV's Saw her with the BB's Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy all these dope fiends Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Knew it wasnt for me Bein' broke knew that wasnt the life for me Yeah yeah End

I told my bitch to be patience watch me go get it I swear im so in love with that money im committed OG told me stay down stack that paper i listened OG told me stay down stack that paper you think i did it? R.I.P grandma, look atcha grandson We only wanted a couple of millions now that's some Had some kidnap these rappers for ransom, who want some? bet i be that boy they ran from They don't want none Way before the deal nigga, we done did mar jealous, i only fuck with my niggas they well respect us It's only room for my niggas no need for extras Just filled my house with more pistoles, the more the better Lord forgive us but they ain't never want to give us not a thang, so we loaded them thangs went and handle some thangs Fell in love with drug money and chains Make a wrong move hammers will bang My trigga finger itching Babymomz goin dumb And plus my palms keep itching lord knows a nigga wrong but may God be with me, lord knows a nigga wrong but may God be with me I just sit and get high and brainstorm Momma told me don't go out there with them chains on I told momma don't worry because i ain't alone, i told momma don't worry because i ain't alone 2x's I told her i'd be damn momma they know who i am momma Just understand why i hustle i want mad commas, mad lumber, mad love for my brothers, mad dawgs in the duffle, you mad boy nigga fuck ya I was raised in the struggle Yung nigga walkin around with AK's in the gutta Babymama str8 u know they hate her Lil bitch mad cause i ain't save her I can't wait til this shit pay off I just sit and get high and brainstorm Momma told me don't go out with all them chains on They always told me keep goin and ur day will come Aye momma told me through the bullshit remain calm So i sit and get high and brainstorm Momma told me don't go out there with all chains on Told momma don't worry because i ain't alone, i told momma don't worry because i ain't alone