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Keep the O in the Middle/Big Boy Video (MV)






Jerm Spielberg - Keep the O in the Middle/Big Boy Lyrics




I can see it in her eyes, yeah
The way she wanna dip and ride, yeah
She tryna roll up and get high, yeah
Take a trip, I'm tryna fly, yeah

Oo aye
Where you going?
They be like, oo aye
Where you going?

Girl I heard you tryna fly
Baby girl, aye, where you going?
Said I heard you tryna fly
Baby girl, aye, where you going?

You mighty fine, baby girl
Aye where you going?
We smoking fine fire
Baby here we go
Just light em up
Get some sticky sherm to go
Where you wanna go?
I'll take you where I wanna go
I'm going up another level, 'nother round too
Getcha getcha here and getcha down too
I can see it through my sound booth
Looking like you found you
A place to smoke some dope and float your zip
You feeling down too

I'm mighty round
I'm riding round downtown
With ya boo
Bitch we rolling up a pound right now, aye
So high bound
Just roll it up, shawty
Just roll it up up up up

I can see it in her eyes, yeah
The way she wanna dip and ride, yeah
She tryna roll up and get high, yeah
Take a trip, I'm tryna fly, yeah

It's all in my memory bank
My mind just went blank
I spend all my money on stank
Wake up, I look at the clock and I think
If it's my time, or if not I'ma wait
Not bout progression, get out of my way
I'm tryna for forward, your foot on the break
If you try run up and talk to my braze
You gone so stars and planets for days
My ****** go war with your fighters
With Rutgers and lighters
With one goal of ending your name
Just for some bullshit
Hadouken your dudes 'cause they losers
And we out here winning the game
I'm chopping halal on your block unafraid
I'm poaching your hoes, I take them away
Travel the globe, I got global estates
They steady jockin your boy 'cause I'm paid

F*ck it I'm paid
Me and Lil Berg getting paid
Meetings on the roof, talk cake
Big boy things
Meet up in the booth spit flames
Catch me in a suit, speak strange
F*ck it I'm paid
Me and Lil Berg getting paid
Meetings on the roof, talk cake
Big boy things
Meet up in the booth spit flames
Catch me in a suit, speak strange

F*ck it I'm paid
Big boy things
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I can see it in her eyes, yeah
The way she wanna dip and ride, yeah
She tryna roll up and get high, yeah
Take a trip, I'm tryna fly, yeah

Oo aye
Where you going?
They be like, oo aye
Where you going?

Girl I heard you tryna fly
Baby girl, aye, where you going?
Said I heard you tryna fly
Baby girl, aye, where you going?

You mighty fine, baby girl
Aye where you going?
We smoking fine fire
Baby here we go
Just light em up
Get some sticky sherm to go
Where you wanna go?
I'll take you where I wanna go
I'm going up another level, 'nother round too
Getcha getcha here and getcha down too
I can see it through my sound booth
Looking like you found you
A place to smoke some dope and float your zip
You feeling down too

I'm mighty round
I'm riding round downtown
With ya boo
Bitch we rolling up a pound right now, aye
So high bound
Just roll it up, shawty
Just roll it up up up up

I can see it in her eyes, yeah
The way she wanna dip and ride, yeah
She tryna roll up and get high, yeah
Take a trip, I'm tryna fly, yeah

It's all in my memory bank
My mind just went blank
I spend all my money on stank
Wake up, I look at the clock and I think
If it's my time, or if not I'ma wait
Not bout progression, get out of my way
I'm tryna for forward, your foot on the break
If you try run up and talk to my braze
You gone so stars and planets for days
My ****** go war with your fighters
With Rutgers and lighters
With one goal of ending your name
Just for some bullshit
Hadouken your dudes 'cause they losers
And we out here winning the game
I'm chopping halal on your block unafraid
I'm poaching your hoes, I take them away
Travel the globe, I got global estates
They steady jockin your boy 'cause I'm paid

F*ck it I'm paid
Me and Lil Berg getting paid
Meetings on the roof, talk cake
Big boy things
Meet up in the booth spit flames
Catch me in a suit, speak strange
F*ck it I'm paid
Me and Lil Berg getting paid
Meetings on the roof, talk cake
Big boy things
Meet up in the booth spit flames
Catch me in a suit, speak strange

F*ck it I'm paid
Big boy things
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Writer: Jeremy Covell, Matthew Rwasenge
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