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Big Boi

Genres: Hip-Hop

Da Next Day Lyrics - Big Boi

I think it's time for us to stir the pot 

Like the feelings in the bitter broad 

Because you hurt a lot 

And yes I've been abroad 

Because I work a lot 

See we done did it all, still busting like he jerk it out, it's nothing 

Like riding a Huffy 

Or my little brother James out there slanging them puppies 

Slanging superstar dick 'til she say that she love me 

Rap's Underground Railroad, but nothing's above me, shit's lovely 

We stay blooming like a Spring Break 

Flower child, Cadillac look like a cheese plate 

Crack a smile like a gator with his mouth closed 

Our crocodile's from the Nile, yeah, we copped those 

Calendar book like library got shows 

You can ask my nigga Welch, these are not jokes 

Or you could ask for my help, I said the life boat 

A life raft for your rift-raft ass, I get classy 

Like you just got a scholarship 

Or like a Waffle House waitress with a dollar tip 

Don't let them see you sweat, fuck all the parlor tricks 

Better gone, get some gold, fuck that dollar, bih 

Ill, Daddy Fat on the kill boy 

Keep the party going, never was a kill-joy 

I know you feel, boy 

That's me in third-person 

Sometimes I get beside myself, I call it soul searching 

Words in sentences in parentheses 

Everything quotable, bitch remember this 

And take these with ya 

Sack one, sack two in ya jaw on your knees wit' ya 

 

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We spit universes 

Birthing worlds with words, from darkness came the Big Boomiverse 

Facts: I never met my match 

But niggas now rather listen to the rumors first 

This shit's empirical, they're still fearing to the last bitch MC eliminated uses his dying breath to proclaim me the most lyrical 

God, they done damned up the flow, Sammed up the bo 

Came through the door saying this same shit before 

Fuck nigga, bring back hop-hip 

These suckas sound slow, but it don't stop shit 

Damn sure not this 

What I know so far: true fusion only occurs at the heart of a star 

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