Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Body, artist - Berner.
Date of issue: 28.11.2012
Song language: English
Big Body |
Shades on, polo white t |
Me leaving here alone that’s unlikely |
Not a stoner bitch but she like me |
Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee |
I check them ho’s, direct them ho’s |
Take em home and let them ho’s |
Go about they fantasies, they poppin' pills I’m rollin' weed |
We been got a couple bad bitches overseas |
Out the back this ain’t no tax |
When I’m shoppin' and my bag filled with options so dont ask |
What it cost, I’m in the maserati coupe going so fast |
That I lost her and my bitch gots so much swag |
That these bad bitches on this, ah, ki-killing ya’ll pow |
Blahh dead get a coffin |
Call it Yoko Ono, ono, only ride solo, solo, solo |
Mission for the dodo, dodo, dodo |
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive, she a man eater |
Scheme man diva, she might of believe cuz you could never leave her |
You will never have her so you could never keep her |
Trippin' on the next man he can’t have her either |
I call it Yoko Ono |
Bust a couple benz, blow a hundred fast (a hundred cash) |
I just made a hundred off a fifty bag |
Where dem bad asian bitches holdin' down my city at |
Where dem girls from the eight with that pretty face |
Round thing yeah I’m on that loud thang |
Pop another bottle shootin' corks at the crowd dang |
Yeah, I’m a stunna but nah, I ain’t baby though |
Young do, with the lazy flow |
Watch all these ladies go |
Crazy when I pull up right beside em |
I do a buck 30 yeah, I’m just in the flyin' |
I smell like dirty money plus it’s cookie that I’m lightin' |
Big buckets full of ice with bottles on fire inside em, uh |
Call it Yoko Ono, ono, only ride solo, solo, solo |
Mission for the dodo, dodo, dodo |
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive, she a man eater |
Scheme man diva, she might of believe cuz you can never leave her |
You will never have her so you could never keep her |
Trippin on the next man he can’t have her either |
I call it Yoko Ono |
Kush it up in right there, way you send the messages |
Talkin' bout a night care |
She tell you she like |
You tell her you might ,. |
She pretend you she a jam, really you quite well |
She just bought a nice bed |
Wrist game, ice pad, prada clutch, price tag,, put her in the game |
Cause you hope that she a high bid |
So you can go along on the beat, catch a spike there |
You could never wife that, never ever pipe that |
Good enough to make her settle down, she ain’t like that |
Punch a nigga in the mouth, yeah nigga fight back |
ROll a nigga weed up, ask him ask him where da light at |
Call it Yoko Ono, ono, only ride solo, solo, solo |
Mission for the dodo, dodo, dodo |
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive, she a man eater |
Scheme man diva, she might of believe cuz you can never leave her |
You will never have her so you could never keep her |
Trippin on the next man he can’t have her either |
I call it Yoko Ono |