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big boi - pink matter (remix) lyrics

(intro)
remix
and the peaches and the mangos that you could sell for me

(verse)
what do you think my brain is made for?
is it just a container for the mind?
this great gray matter
sensei replied: what is your woman?
is she just a container for the child?
that soft pink matter

(chorus)
cotton candy, imagine boo uh uh uh
closed my eyes and fall into you you you
my god, she’s giving me pleasure

(verse)
what if the sky and the stars are for show?
and the aliens are watching live
from the purple matter
sensei went quiet then violent
we spared until we both grew tired
nothing matters

(chorus)
cotton candy
imagine boo uh uh uh
dim the lights and fall into a you you you
like i…
you’re giving me pleasure
pleasure
pleasure, pleasure
pleasure
of my matter

(verse)
does it matter if she wanna be with me so it’s cool
i make her call me bb king because i give her the blues
but not on purpose though, she was the perfect ho-stess
when i come over, we would do the roses
most beautifullest things on a bed of roses
and with the coldest, then we hit the hard wood floor
we sippin yack like mimosa
she’s in my n-gg- lap, going ham like she’s supposed to
and she could make it clap if i told her
i’ll make her -ss spread like the back of a cobra
tell her in a tense like a soldier, a gi joe man,
see me, i go in
-ss b-tch n-gg-
yea that n-gg- goes up in here
like smoke through a chimney
slow stroke cuz she feelin me
up in her n-gg-
killing me softly, raw dog – she wants me
strong and black like a coffee, get off me
act a donkey, i pin her tail to the mattress
i been a playa, make her go from cl-ssy to nasty
nasty nasty nasty nasty
to sloosh

(verse)
since you’ve been gone i’ve been having withdrawls
you were such a habit to call
i ain’t myself at all, had to tell myself no
she better with some fellow with a regular job
i didn’t wanna get her involved
lied in in this dimension and was sittin in awe
hops into my car, drove far
far’s too close, and i remember my memory’s no sharp
b-tter knife, water life, anyway
i’m building all the clock stop, what am i? hemingway?
she had the kind of body that will probably intimidate
any of them that were unsudden, not me cousin
if models are made for modeling
thick girls are made for cuddling
switch worlds and we could huddle them
who needs another frack
i need to hold your hand
you need no other man
we flee to other lands
gray matter

(verse)
a heaven sakes for the heir
thy knock on wood
you couldn’t feel mad
you better feel good
for her to say it’s good
a heaven sakes for the heir
knock knock knock on wood

(outro)
well frankly when that ocean so my f-ckin good
make us walk on motehrf-ckin wood
make her on a f-ckin plank
make her rob a motherf-ckin bank
put no mask on and arrest her revolver

- big boi lyrics

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