Big Pussy (Explicit)

Big Pussy (Explicit) - BROCKHAMPTON

Lyrics by：Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman

Composed by：Ian Simpson/Ciarán McDonald/Nick Velez/Bobby Pyn/Pat Smear/Mario Candido Rusca/William A. Keyes/Damon Smith/Darryl Pittman

**** you

**** you come up here then

Oh wow big p***y

You guys ready

Yo yo

Shut yo ***** a*s up n***a uh

**** you to anyone that claim that they got me

Uh

When my heart was low it turn to kami-kamikaze

Respect was takin' back my gallery I'm finna spaz

Yeah

The truth is everything we need can we agree with that

Yeah

The group is over without being on the album

Huh

I'm back and ready Ciarán had to bring it out me

Huh

I love to hate but these days I'ma keep it classy

Huh

N***as I made I love to see them boys surpass me

Huh

Flava Flav with the way we keep it nasty

Huh

Jesus my Savior own my masters like Master P

I can't explain it dawg you know it's how magic be

You gotta bring it if you gettin' on a track with me

This **** a classic ain't even been out a week

The show is over n***a please stop harassing me

Stop asking me it's bad enough for me to deal with this tragedy

On my own

On my own on my own on my own

What

On my what

Oh no no don't no

Listen to me n***a

Ooh boy you still a ***** boy you ain't doin' **** boy

This that murder **** boy this that learn to destroy

The label needed thirty-five minutes of music

It's the true **** faggot n***a out of Houston

Doin' whatever the **** I'm 'posed to do yeah

Moshing at the shows surprised we ain't get sued yet

Crowds go loco we lean into their amusement

After shows taking photos with all the new fans

I don't roll solo need the crew to maneuver

Through the loose and dark and stupid kinda movements

Injectin' hope into a generation of a lotta lonely ************* sick of waiting

We ain't taking all them punches to the ******* faces

Just to let some **** n***as come around and say some fake ****

My everyday lifestyle ain't nothin' but a hustle

Can't nobody tell me **** I made it out the jungle

My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle

Gamble slinging doing stick-ups nobody move a muscle

My everyday lifestyle ain't nothing but a hustle

Gamble slinging doing stick-ups nobody move a muscle