Webbie Flow Lyrics – Big Yavo

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[Intro]
I’m finna keep it as trill as possible on this b!tch
Yeah, the Trill Young Savage way (LJ)
Purple

[Verse 1]
Now, baby, come give me that top just like a headset (Come give me that top)
Shawty ate that d!ck so long, she got my bed wet (Baow, baow)
Hopped out the bed, couldn’t even walk, I had the dead legs (Cramp)
Crib around the corner, but for Santa, I’m waiting on FedEx (Baow, baow, I’m waiting on FedEx)
I’m waiting on this box right now (This box), I can’t wait ’til it touch down (I can’t wait)
Get outside your body and get loud, I bet you in your mouth
I suggest you calm your ass down
Call the plug, we on the last pound
I know I’m the coach, but l’ma clip you, catch you out of bounds (Clip)
Don’t call my phone ’bout no city s*it, I’m out of town (Nope)
Don’t care about that mugging when you broke, n!gga, you gotta frown (Broke)
I was just broke, but I ain’t tripping, b!tch, I got it now (Them racks)
You ain’t gotta call, if he was dissing, n!gga, gun him down (Tighting down)
N!gga, I ain’t sending no hits, I’d rather itch (Pu*sy)
Pull up by myself, scream, “Help,” then hit his ass with switch (You hear a brrt)
I throw a dress on with a wig, I walk down like a b!tch (Come here then, ho)
B!tch, it’s Big Yayski, I’m the s*it, been fu*king hoes and kids (For sure)
B!tch, I was broke, I hurt my wrist, I had to ice this b!tch (I had to ice this b!tch)
Baby, you so fine, let me bite your ear, I’m on some Tyson s*it (I’m on some Tyson s*it)
Uh, selling these ‘bows, rocking these shows, I’m starting to like this s*it (I’m starting to like it)
My face card clean, pull up right now and I’ll swipe this b!tch (I’ll swipe it)

[Chorus]
Ayy, pants low, afro, no shirt, blowing purp’ (I’m blowing, I’m blowing, ha)
I’m not a star, I’m just a regular old hood n!gga (I’m just a regular old hood n!gga)
VIP, doing shows, fu*king hoes (I’m fu*king hoes)
N!gga, I used to have gold, but now I’m finna go back diamond mouth (I’m finna go back diamond mouth)
A half of Runtz, pack of Blacks, whole pound of Thraxx
Presidential s*it, pu*sy n!gga, I’m at Obama house (Y’all know I ain’t going back)
Murder weapon, got a flat back on the 9, I ain’t lying (Grrt)
That fully sticky, it hold a whole motherfu*king hundred (Ayy, on God)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, think before you move ’cause you don’t wanna move wrong (No, you don’t, nah)
Send your hitman, n!gga’ll pull that tool on him
Frrt, frrt, frrt, sound like a broom, don’t it? (For sure)
B!tch, I’m the largerst, what’s happening? Come on, tell me, who want it? (I’m the largest)
Who really want this s*it? (Who want it?), in the hood like my motor getting fixed (My motor)
I know I’m fat, but ’bout that bread, I’ll push up on you quick (I’ll push up on you)
Ayy, ’bout that cheese and about that bread, baby, I exercise (I work out)
I ain’t tripping if it’s petty, but if it’s big, b!tch, I can’t let it ride (I can’t let it)
Like the girl that sued the lick, leave that four, but spend that sack at Fifth
I just spent a fifth at Saks, I can’t front you, might not get that back (I might not get it)
My plug keep throwing bricks, I think this n!gga kin to Shaq (On me)
Bae, you missing credits, don’t arch my enemies the way you bend your back (The way your bend it)
Bae, how you do that s*it? (How you do it?) I ain’t even know you knew that trick (I didn’t know)
Pu*sy so damn good, I might just crash, I need to sue this b!tch (I need a demo)
Been married to the game, gave her a ring, put on a suit and s*it (Bae, we married)
I put on the cape, fly to the trap, tryna get super rich (B!tch, on granny)

[Chorus]
Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowing purp’ (Blowing, blowing, huh)
I’m not a star, I’m just a regular old hood n!gga (Just a regular hood n!gga)
VIP, doing shows, fu*king hoes (I’m fu*king hoes)
N!gga, I used to have gold, but now I’m finna go back diamond mouth (I’m finna go back diamond mouth)
A half of Runtz, pack of Blacks, whole pound of Thraxx
Presidential s*it, pu*sy n!gga, I’m at Obama house (Y’all know I ain’t going back)
Murder weapon, got a flat back on the 9, I ain’t lying (Grrt)
That fully sticky, it hold a whole motherfu*king hundred