[Intro: Tommy Genesis] So you’re a big boy, but let me tell you Just because you’re big, that don’t mean a thing
[Verse 1: Tommy Genesis] You’re a big boy, you can handle yourself But what I’m looking for I need somebody else Don’t telephone my home cause love don’t live there no more He tryna talk in numbers, I ain’t counting no score Sit me down, pat me down, camo in the club With the papi looking over shoulder checking from above Making sure he know me so he know me that way I be rolling my eyes at his rapping and his swag Just because you big boy, I ain’t down for the licking Just because you fine, I ain’t the bitch you get with and Just because you tip that don’t mean you come from money I ain't mad I’m just bored so get this motherfucker off me I could be a lot of things but I ain’t your girl...
[Verse 2: ABRA] Hennessy and VVS turn you to a beast You’re buying bottle after bottle then you trying to feel on me Didn’t know I got them shooters and they waiting in the cut You must be looking for hooters because I am not the one You a cutie so kabuki I’m not keke, bitch is choosy Call me sweetie juicy fruity, you gon leave and I’mma do me All that gold got you thinking that you got the Midas touch Acting like you know me, keep it up I’ll cut that pretty tongue I don’t wanna hear anymore tales 'bout where you from Go back to your section, your groupies look like they need love You a big boy but you not gon' be my man Flex with your rollie I still dont wanna hold your hand You a big boy but you not gon be my man You a big boy but you not gon be my man You a big boy but you not gon be my man Flexing your position but I’m not a fucking fan
[Outro: Tommy Genesis] You’re a big boy You’re a big boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
