Big Poe

作曲 : Pharrell Williams/Tyler Okonma/Jonathan Greenwood/Shye Tzur/James Jackson/Dominick Lamb/Bryan Higgins/Trevor Smith/Denny Randell/Bernard Edwards/Nile Rodgers/Ali Muhammad/Michel Tyler/Chad Hugo/Sandy Linzer/Malik Taylor/Kamaal Fareed/Jermaine Denny/Jamal Woolard

Welcome

Number one, body movement (Funky)

No sitting still (Dance, bro)

Number two, (Hahahaha) only speak in glory (Yeah)

Leave your baggage at home (None of that deep shit)

Number three, (Nigga) don't tap the glass

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

Burn this shit down, turn this shit up

I don't get consent, I don't get ****ed

You on my d**k, nigga, get up

Wipe your lips up while I zip up, huh

I'm a sick pup, girl, I'm nasty

Eat the cream pie in the back of the backseat

Yellow diamonds, black skin, I'm taxi

You can run all you want, nigga, you can't catch me

Big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, slim

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

I hate light skin niggas, on my momma

I like dark skin bitches like my momma

I like light skin bitches like my daddy

You ain't like that line? Not my problem

I'm on the plane, tryna **** her lip off

Switch all, sit on my face, gimme lip gloss

The tint off, that's not a G5, take that kit off right now

I'm Mario, pipe down

Baby, I'm big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, slim

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]

Mm, I'ma dance where it rains

Married to the game, forty karats in the rings

And what you drive, you can't compare to the chains

Tell my 'countant, "Hurry up with the plane"

G700, on the globe with eight thousand

Those are extended with the miles in

Virginia, Florida, France is the housin'

I got a bunch of woods, they are down big

Big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, nigga (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, nigga, bitch (Ayy)

I'm big poe, huh, slim

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]

No cell phones, this a dead spot (Huh, huh)

You sneak photos, get your hands chopped (Huh, huh)

You weird as ****, nigga, I said stop (Huh, huh)

I don't trust white people with dread locks

Big dog, ball over here, Sandlot

I'm swimmin' in the green, I'm a ham hock (Bro)

I get the metal ringin' like a can top, pop

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)

Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (Jump, jump)

(Jump, jump)

(Jump, jump)

(Jump, jump)

[Verse 5: Pharrell Williams]

And they got bitches that want poundin'

Hoe niggas, broke niggas, shouldn't allow 'em

The diamond's most brilliant when it's rounded

You niggas don't talk to your accountant (Ayy)

Hoppin' out of baby mommas cars, clownin' (Ayy)

You ain't leave the bullet flyin'? Get down, then (Ayy)

They ain't tell you 'bout this drip? Nigga, drown then (Ayy)

Oh, what you wanna get loud then?

Huh, **** around and get found, then

I like crewnecks, polos and chinos

A mouth full of rocks like Dino

Yellow diamonds, ask Jacob, nigga, he know

Nigga, he know