Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Come To Big , by - Bushwick Bill. Release date: 07.12.2010
Song language: English
Don't Come To Big |
| Heh heh, a ho ho ho Oh my goodness gracious, yo Bido, check it out G He he, yooo |
| I met this freaky thing, Juanita Madlock |
| She had a gat, big juicy fat cock |
| She thought that she was too much for me to deal with |
| Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel bitch |
| You can’t deal with this dick from Bushwick |
| You said that, talk was cheap and her pussy was deep |
| It’s not the size of the shit but the motion of the open |
| So there’s nothin to be provin, bitch, get to movin |
| And rub my nuts, cause it’s soothin |
| And don’t be too rough, cause I’ma kick you in your stuff |
| She was goin strong, I had it goin on With ease, I eased, her panties to her knees |
| Protectin myself, with the rubber-tussin |
| But the son of a bitch kept bustin |
| I was bumrushin, dick hard as trig |
| Man them lambskins don’t come too big |
| They don’t come too big |
| I know, I know, they don’t come too big — HA! |
| They don’t come too big |
| I know, I know, they don’t come too big — YES |
| People hear my jams cause they slammin |
| And ask who in the fuck do I think I am? |
| It’s Bushwick, to you Mr. B Talk that he got his shit, now I’m put ya out your misery |
| Yeah that’s right, step the fuck back |
| And don’t be callin me no motherfuckin Bushwack |
| It’s Bushwick, you dick-suckin tricks |
| I oughta kick your ass cause your brain don’t click |
| Witcha wanna be cool-ass, fool-ass |
| Act like you never enrolled within a school class |
| Huffin and puffin, wanna fight, makin angry sounds |
| A nigga weighin two-hundred ninety-seven pounds |
| But I laughed, that’s a small task |
| Told him run on up, nuttin said, nuttin asked |
| Cause I, never renegged on pullin the trig' |
| You ho motherfuckers don’t come too big |
| Back to Juanita, the peter eater |
| This bitch swallowed my sperm by the 2-liter |
| She said that my dick tasted much sweeter yeah |
| Baby who knows her pose, bend over touch your toes |
| And close your mouth fore a minute |
| Before I end up stickin my dick in it And you can’t handle that, it’s too massive |
| Girl I fuck around and block your wind passage |
| Bang bang, I was doin my thang |
| And the way I swang that bitch couldn’t hang |
| I, made the bitch do, yoga |
| I, rocked the boat, tipped the boat over |
| Fired up a cig, grabbed the gin, took a swig |
| Stuck my dick in, and I dug, can you dig? |
| I was runnin through that ass like an 18-wheeler rig |
| I let them hoes know they don’t come too big, check it |
| — 2X w/ ad libs |