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Qulture - Big Mr. (Slowed Version) Lyrics



Qulture - Big Mr. (Slowed Version) Lyrics
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Damn
It's Qulture baby
Came to knock your muhf*ckin' mata off fool
Oh he whylin'
Oh he whylin'
Oh he whylin'
You done did it again nigga
She wanna ride Ina big truck
Why would I lie
I got big bucks
She like to fly
Get picked up
Know what I like
I picked her
Lights out
Putting my wrist up
Wipe down
Feelin myself
Big Mr
Foot on the shelf
Get thicker
Did it herself
I tipped her
She think I'm rich
I dicked her
Making her melt
Hot sizzla
She Smokin mi raw
And Mi za & mi grabba
She sweating on me
Got her hotter than lava
Watched her explode
Got me doing machata
Mario coins
I was knocking her rocks off
Woke up and
All of my laundry was folded
Niggas aint f*cking with me
And they know this
I found the key
But I had to decode it
She done in round 1
Ain't no need to keep going
Cute lil bihh
Said her name Mona Lisa
I didn't it buy it
So I chose to lease her
I was the best in the class
I could teach ya
Whipping my shit
I got lip
For a teaser
Why ya original owner release ya
Buddy found out his lil bihh was a eater
This alkaline water
Drip wetter than sea dust
I'm hotter than Florida
Come follow the leader
I jumped in the picture
Before they was ready
I came in too early
They said I'm impatient
I'm driving the boat and I'm keeping it steady
You making excuses
You testing my patience
Ya bank account dusty
You think that shit funny
I'm flicking my collar can't get nothing from me
Jumped out the womb like my daddy the devil
Impatient, Lil nigga won't wait on you never
Be patient Lil nigga trust days gon get better
Blue cheese on my chicken
Dropped bread on my lettuce
I'm bringing home fries home with bacon and cheddar
I say what I want, and I speak with my chest out
Tryna keep Niggas inside, but we get out
Only because we was inside and watched get out
Then we got up and got smart had to lay low
Yea we got up and got smart, made a peso
She wanna ride Ina big truck
Why would I lie
I got big bucks
She like to fly
Get picked up
Know what I like
I picked her
Lights out
I'm putting my wrist up
Wipe down
Feelin myself
Big Mr
Foot on the shelf
Get thicker
Did it herself
I tipped her
She think I'm rich
I dicked her
Making her melt
Hot sizzla
She wanna ride Ina big truck
Why would I lie
I got big bucks
She like to fly
Get picked up
Know what I like
I picked her
Lights out
I'm putting my wrist up
Wipe down
Feelin myself
Big Mr
Foot on the shelf
Get thicker
Did it herself
I tipped her
She think I'm rich
I dicked her
Making her melt
Hot sizzla
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Damn
It's Qulture baby
Came to knock your muhf*ckin' mata off fool
Oh he whylin'
Oh he whylin'
Oh he whylin'
You done did it again nigga
She wanna ride Ina big truck
Why would I lie
I got big bucks
She like to fly
Get picked up
Know what I like
I picked her
Lights out
Putting my wrist up
Wipe down
Feelin myself
Big Mr
Foot on the shelf
Get thicker
Did it herself
I tipped her
She think I'm rich
I dicked her
Making her melt
Hot sizzla
She Smokin mi raw
And Mi za & mi grabba
She sweating on me
Got her hotter than lava
Watched her explode
Got me doing machata
Mario coins
I was knocking her rocks off
Woke up and
All of my laundry was folded
Niggas aint f*cking with me
And they know this
I found the key
But I had to decode it
She done in round 1
Ain't no need to keep going
Cute lil bihh
Said her name Mona Lisa
I didn't it buy it
So I chose to lease her
I was the best in the class
I could teach ya
Whipping my shit
I got lip
For a teaser
Why ya original owner release ya
Buddy found out his lil bihh was a eater
This alkaline water
Drip wetter than sea dust
I'm hotter than Florida
Come follow the leader
I jumped in the picture
Before they was ready
I came in too early
They said I'm impatient
I'm driving the boat and I'm keeping it steady
You making excuses
You testing my patience
Ya bank account dusty
You think that shit funny
I'm flicking my collar can't get nothing from me
Jumped out the womb like my daddy the devil
Impatient, Lil nigga won't wait on you never
Be patient Lil nigga trust days gon get better
Blue cheese on my chicken
Dropped bread on my lettuce
I'm bringing home fries home with bacon and cheddar
I say what I want, and I speak with my chest out
Tryna keep Niggas inside, but we get out
Only because we was inside and watched get out
Then we got up and got smart had to lay low
Yea we got up and got smart, made a peso
She wanna ride Ina big truck
Why would I lie
I got big bucks
She like to fly
Get picked up
Know what I like
I picked her
Lights out
I'm putting my wrist up
Wipe down
Feelin myself
Big Mr
Foot on the shelf
Get thicker
Did it herself
I tipped her
She think I'm rich
I dicked her
Making her melt
Hot sizzla
She wanna ride Ina big truck
Why would I lie
I got big bucks
She like to fly
Get picked up
Know what I like
I picked her
Lights out
I'm putting my wrist up
Wipe down
Feelin myself
Big Mr
Foot on the shelf
Get thicker
Did it herself
I tipped her
She think I'm rich
I dicked her
Making her melt
Hot sizzla
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Writer: Jason Arrington Jr
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Performed By: Qulture
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Jason Arrington Jr

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