Big Boogie – Hot Box Lyrics

Look this that rich shit
Glock a human, Beam no homo, we shoot big ducks
Big dude members, them my demons they shoot big shit
Don’t tell me stories about you sliding, if I know you a bitch (You a whole bitch)

Boog
Big business (BigDude)
(BigDude baby)

Look this that rich shit
Glock a human, Beam no homo we shoot big dicks
Big dude members, them my demons they shoot big shit
Don’t tell me stories about you sliding, if I know you a bitch (You a whole bitch)
I got some killers like handy but they don’t fix shit
She took my soul in that hemi I’m talking bout his bitch
I’m high as hell at the airport, I damn near missed this
I ride with 50K, they trail me, this that rich shit
Kj sliding, ocean mouth he in a whole Benz
Tayvo tweaking off them Percs, he fucked both friends
Check out my mouth, no leprechaun, ain’t no golds in
“Fuck BigDude, he so whack”, check my shows then
Fuck security, Glocks and choppas, get them poles in
Cartier Glasses, don’t need trimming, don’t do no lense
I’m yelling murder, big business, I don’t need no friends
Pull in the North on the law where we bring them bows in
She try to walk with me, you tripping hoe, I don’t hold hands
I dicked her down, full of that weed, curl them toes then
She heard my voice, she got naked, come out them clothes then
I’m talking about lil momma got naked for real though

Yeah, BigDude baby enter shows, they go crazy
Choppa just like water, no life jacket, ain’t no saving
Check my jewelry, soul food ice, where my gravy?
She say she was hungry, Boogie Arby’s, it was tasty
Bank account, dick up in it (Raw), fuck you, pay me
I’m getting money for a reason, my lil baby
Keep a driver while I’m sliding but this ain’t Daisy
Ay bruh, slide this motherfucker you ain’t Daisy n****
Ay, we shoot fat choppas
We in IHOP with these bitches, we shoot fat whoppers
Bad bitch with me not from Memphis, she from black prosper
If I’m a dog bitch, I didn’t bite you, where my black collar?
Bitch, I do missions with my demons in my olive Prada’s
All of us shooting, not just one, ain’t no top shotta
Glock 40, it’s brown and black, this that Rottweiler
Bad bitch if I upload her it’s a mouth dropper on Q dawg

Sh, y’all hear that?
Y’all hear a hater talking about this shit?
(Aye turn it up, turn it up , turn it up)
We got to make them bitches mad let’s go
I’m finna talk my shit Mike, ay
Ay, I’m a BigDude
Ay, Tayvo demon that’s my loose screw
Ay, blood, come here take that bitch shoes
Ay, I got his bitch, she got big boobs
Ay, she ate the dick on noodle, bitch move
I’m high as a bird too
I’m talking about no writing n****
I just wanted to have fun with this bitch before I go out of town
Yeah, smoking woota woot
Woota woot


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