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Big Boogie - Hot Box Lyrics

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Look (Look), this that rich shit (This that rich shit)
Glock a Herman Beam, no homo, we shoot big dicks (We shoot big dicks)
Big Dude members, them my demons, they shoot big shit (They shoot, rrrt)
Don't tell me stories 'bout you slidin' if I know you a bitch (You a whole bitch)
Boog
Big business (Big Dude)
Frrt (Big Dude, baby)
(Ayy, Carter Z, you going too crazy)

Look (Look), this that rich shit (This that rich shit)
Glock a Herman Beam, no homo, we shoot big dicks (We shoot big dicks)
Big Dude members, them my demons, they shoot big shit (They shoot, rrrt)
Don't tell me stories 'bout you slidin' if I know you a bitch (You a whole bitch)
I got some killers like Handy, but they don't fix shit (They mechanics)
She took my soul and it hit me, I'm talkin' 'bout his bitch (I'm talkin' 'bout his bitch)
I'm high as hell at the airport, I damn near missed this (Missed this)
I ride with fifty K, they trail me, this that rich shit (This that rich shit)
KJ slidin' ocean mouth, he in a whole Benz
Tayvo tweakin' off them Percs, he fucked both friends
Check out my mouth, no leprechaun, ain't no golds in
Fuck Big Dude, he so whack, check my show then
Fuck security, Glocks and choppers, get them poles in
Cartier glasses, don't de-trim it, don't do no lens (Ayy, look at me)
I'm yelling Murda, big business, I don't need no friends
Pull in the North on the loft where we break them 'bows in
She tried to walk with me, you tripping, ho on whole hands
I dicked her down full of that weed, curled them toes then
She heard my voice, she got naked, come out them clothes then
And talkin' 'bout lil' mama got naked, for real though
Yeah
Big Dude, baby, at your shows, they go crazy
Chopper just like water, no lifejacket, ain't no saving
Check my jewelry, soul food plate, where my gravy?
She said she was hungry, Boogie Arby's, it was tasty
Bank account, dick up in it, fuck you, pay me
I'm gettin' money for a reason, my lil' baby
Keep a driver where I'm slidin', but this ain't Daisy
Ayy, bruh, slide this motherfucker, man, he ain't Daisy, nigga
Ayy, we shoot fat choppers
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 Arnold Pradas
All of us shoot, not just one, ain't no top shotta
Glock 40, it's brown and black, this that Rottweiler
Bad bitch, if I unload her, it's a mouth dropper

On Q, though
Shh, y'all hear that?
Y'all hear a hater talkin' 'bout that shit? (Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up)
We gotta make them bitches mad, let's go (Turn it up)
I'm finna talk my shit, Mike
Ayy
Ayy, I'm a Big Dude, ayy
Tayvo demon, that's my loose screw, ayy
Blood, come here, take that bitch shoes, ayy
I got his bitch, she got big boobs, ayy
She ate the dick up, noodle, bitch, move (Bitch, move)
I'm high as a bird too
Man, ayy, hold up, ayy, ayy
I'm talkin' 'bout no writing, nigga
I just wanted to have fun with this bitch right here before I go out of town
Yeah
Smoking, woop-de-woo
Woop-de-woo