Big Poe Lyrics – Tyler, The Creator

Read the full Big Poe lyrics by Tyler and The Creator along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tyler's music, you can also explore AssMilk 2 and Lovesexdrugbomb, two other songs by Tyler.

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Welcome
Number one, body movement (Funky)
No sitting still (Dance, bro)
Number two (Hahahaha), only speak in glory, yeah
Leave your baggage at home (None of that deep s*it)
Number three, (N!gga) don't tap the glass
Roked roked roked l'elohim
Roked roked roked m'elohim

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Burn this s*it down, turn this s*it up
I don't consent, I don't give fu*ks
You on my d!ck, n!gga, get up
Wipe your lips off while I zip up, huh
I'm a sick pup, girl, I'm nasty
Eat the cream pie in the back of the backseat
Yellow diamonds, black skin, I'm taxi
You can run all you want, n!gga, you can't catch me

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Big poe, huh, n!gga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, n!gga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, n!gga, b!tch (Ayy)
N!gga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I hate lightskin n!ggas, on my momma
I like darkskin b!tches like my momma
I like lightskin b!tches like my daddy
You ain't like that line? Not my problem
I'm on the plane, tryna fu*k her lip off
Switch off, sit on my face, gimme lip gloss
The tint off, that's not a G5, take that kit off right now
I'm Mario, pipe down

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Baby, I'm big poe, huh, n!gga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, n!gga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, n!gga, b!tch (Ayy)
N!gga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
Mm, I'm in Paris, where it rains
Married to the game, forty karats in the rings
And what you drive, you can't compare to the chains
Told my 'countant, "Hurry up with the plane"
G700, on the globe with eight thousand
Those are extended with the miles in
Virginia, Florida, France is the housing
I got a bunch of 'Woods, they are down big

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Big poe, huh, n!gga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, n!gga (Ayy)
I'm big poe, huh, n!gga, b!tch (Ayy)
N!gga, I'm big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
No cell phones, this a dead spot (Huh, huh)
You sneak photos, get your hands chopped (Huh, huh)
You weird as fu*k, n!gga, I said stop (Huh, huh)
I don't trust white people with dreadlocks
Big dog, ball over here, Sandlot
I'm swimming in the green, I'm a ham hock (Bro)
I get the metal ringing like a can top, pop

[Bridge: Busta Rhymes]
Don't this s*it make a n!gga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don't this s*it make a n!gga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don't this s*it make a n!gga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don't this s*it make a n!gga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don't this s*it make a n!gga wanna (Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)

[Verse 5: Pharrell Williams & Tyler, The Creator]
And they got b!tches that want pounding
Hoe n!ggas, broke n!ggas, shouldn't allow 'em
The diamond's most brilliant when it's rounded
You n!ggas don't talk to your accountant (Ayy)
Hopping out of baby mommas cars, clowning (Ayy)
You ain't with the bullets flying? Get down, then (Ayy)
They ain't tell you 'bout this drip? N!gga, drown then (Ayy)
Oh, what you wanna get loud then?
Huh, fu*k around and get found, then
I like crewnecks, polos and chinos
A mouth full of rocks like Dino
Yellow diamonds, ask Jacob, n!gga, he know

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Roked roked roked l'elohim (N!gga, he know, n!gga, he know)
Roked roked roked m'elohim (N!gga, he know, n!gga, he know)
Roked roked roked l'elohim
Roked roked roked m'elohim