Song name – Big Poe
Singer – Tyler, The Creator
Check out Big Poe Song Lyrics by 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 shit)
Number three, (Nigga) don’t tap the glass
Roked roked roked l’elohim
Roked roked roked m’elohim
Burn this shit down, turn this shit up
I don’t consent, I don’t give f*cks
You on my d*ck, nigga, 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, nigga, you can’t catch me
Big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I’m big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I’m big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (Ayy)
Nigga, I’m big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)
I hate lightskin niggas, 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 f*ck 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
Baby, I’m big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I’m big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I’m big poe, huh, nigga, b*tch (Ayy)
Nigga, I’m big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)
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 housin’
I got a bunch of ‘Woods, they are down big
Big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I’m big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)
I’m big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (Ayy)
Nigga, I’m big poe, huh, slim (Ayy)
No cell phones, this a dead spot (Huh, huh)
You sneak photos, get your hands chopped (Huh, huh)
You weird as fuck, nigga, I said stop (Huh, huh)
I don’t trust white people with dreadlocks
Big dog, ball over here, Sandlot
I’m swimmin’ in the green, I’m a ham hock (Bro)
I get the metal ringin’ like a can top, pop
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
(Jump, jump)
And they got b*tches that want poundin’
Hoe niggas, broke niggas, shouldn’t allow ’em
The diamond’s most brilliant when it’s rounded
You niggas don’t talk to your accountant (Ayy)
Hoppin’ out of baby mommas cars, clownin’ (Ayy)
You ain’t with the bullets flyin’? Get down, then (Ayy)
They ain’t tell you ’bout this drip? Nigga, drown then (Ayy)
Oh, what you wanna get loud then?
Huh, f*ck around and get found, then
I like crewnecks, polos and chinos
A mouth full of rocks like Dino
Yellow diamonds, ask Jacob, nigga, he know
Roked roked roked l’elohim (Nigga, he know, nigga, he know)
Roked roked roked m’elohim (Nigga, he know, nigga, he know)
Roked roked roked l’elohim
Roked roked roked m’elohim
