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Big Boy Talk Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Siya
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Duane Turner, Jalen Bradley




Yung Siya - Big Boy Talk Lyrics
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Yue, yue, yue
Let's do it, let's do it
Let's do it forreal
His stats go up
Soon as he get a kill
Wearin' black and yellow
Lookin' like Kill Bill
Big boy talk, call the fake from the real
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Big boy talk, Deebo this not Craig
Prada, Chanel, make her open her legs
Vintage Coach, no my spill ain't dead
Beezy Drip Crazy
Flett, flett, flett, flett, flett, flett, flett
Perfect picture, stop playin' with me
Keep all that, aye man
Put that MP7 down, man
Bring that other one
Let's do it
Her mouth open wide
She gon' catch
Whatever I'm throwin' at (her)
Big on bigger bet
She do swallow
No, she not gon' spit
Let's do it
You can't be the plug
If you connected
And you still a bitch
Gotta touch a quarter milli
We can't stop til we filthy rich
Yeah, the gang's so motha f*ckin open
Lotta y'all niggas didn't notice
Floodin' the game like a motha f*ckin' ocean
Flett, f*ck with Yung Siya, get roasted
Super thick bitch in the back
And she pokin' (And she pokin)
She only here for the moment
No we not into the trolling
Let's go
We cannot stop,we keep going, flett
Yue, yue, yue
Let's do it, let's do it
Let's do it forreal
His stats go up
Soon as he get a kill
Wearin' black and yellow
Lookin' like Kill Bill
Big boy talk, call the fake from the real
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Big boy talk, Deebo this not Craig
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Prada, Chanel, make her open her legs
If you ain't with it, that shit is dead
Big boy money talk, gotta be corporate
For my niggas who hopped off them porches
We ain't playin' we need all them endorsements
If you callin', it betta be important
Pullin' Pagani Zondas outta storage
See you in my way, I'm bout to torch you
I might tell a maid to make some porridge
Even though I don't f*ck with no porridge
Full circle, come back it's an orbit
Nigga talm bout unlimited sources
You don't really understand this rap shit
I can tell that's why you trynna force it
Bodies building up, I got them corpses
But this shit mine, ain't no ignorin' it
Ain't no agreeing to disagree
If you not with it, then we gon' flett
Yue, yue, yue
Let's do it, let's do it
Let's do it forreal
His stats go up
Soon as he get a kill
Wearin' black and yellow
Lookin' like Kill Bill
Big boy talk, call the fake from the real
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Big boy talk, Deebo this not Craig
Prada, Chanel, make her open her legs
Vintage Coach, no my spill ain't dead
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Yue, yue, yue
Let's do it, let's do it
Let's do it forreal
His stats go up
Soon as he get a kill
Wearin' black and yellow
Lookin' like Kill Bill
Big boy talk, call the fake from the real
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Big boy talk, Deebo this not Craig
Prada, Chanel, make her open her legs
Vintage Coach, no my spill ain't dead
Beezy Drip Crazy
Flett, flett, flett, flett, flett, flett, flett
Perfect picture, stop playin' with me
Keep all that, aye man
Put that MP7 down, man
Bring that other one
Let's do it
Her mouth open wide
She gon' catch
Whatever I'm throwin' at (her)
Big on bigger bet
She do swallow
No, she not gon' spit
Let's do it
You can't be the plug
If you connected
And you still a bitch
Gotta touch a quarter milli
We can't stop til we filthy rich
Yeah, the gang's so motha f*ckin open
Lotta y'all niggas didn't notice
Floodin' the game like a motha f*ckin' ocean
Flett, f*ck with Yung Siya, get roasted
Super thick bitch in the back
And she pokin' (And she pokin)
She only here for the moment
No we not into the trolling
Let's go
We cannot stop,we keep going, flett
Yue, yue, yue
Let's do it, let's do it
Let's do it forreal
His stats go up
Soon as he get a kill
Wearin' black and yellow
Lookin' like Kill Bill
Big boy talk, call the fake from the real
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Big boy talk, Deebo this not Craig
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Prada, Chanel, make her open her legs
If you ain't with it, that shit is dead
Big boy money talk, gotta be corporate
For my niggas who hopped off them porches
We ain't playin' we need all them endorsements
If you callin', it betta be important
Pullin' Pagani Zondas outta storage
See you in my way, I'm bout to torch you
I might tell a maid to make some porridge
Even though I don't f*ck with no porridge
Full circle, come back it's an orbit
Nigga talm bout unlimited sources
You don't really understand this rap shit
I can tell that's why you trynna force it
Bodies building up, I got them corpses
But this shit mine, ain't no ignorin' it
Ain't no agreeing to disagree
If you not with it, then we gon' flett
Yue, yue, yue
Let's do it, let's do it
Let's do it forreal
His stats go up
Soon as he get a kill
Wearin' black and yellow
Lookin' like Kill Bill
Big boy talk, call the fake from the real
She can't walk, she had to sit instead
Big boy talk, Deebo this not Craig
Prada, Chanel, make her open her legs
Vintage Coach, no my spill ain't dead
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Writer: Duane Turner, Jalen Bradley
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