big yavo - lunch lyrics
[intro]
(hey, get in here, teejmadeit)
teej, know your booth
we on teej, don’t know why he did it, tee
[chorus]
shorty some thick lil’ sh+t (thick lil’), her ass weigh a ton (big sh+t), i just might take her to lunch (take her to brunch)
i walk in the club, she tappin’ her friend, like, “girl, i wanna hunch” (yeah)
rockin’ this ice, servin’ this spice (spice), i got the munchies (uh)
pull down on tuesday and get you some smack, we servin’ the raw on mondays (servin’ the raw on mondays)
[verse]
catch an opp and go find him (bah)
i got that sh+t on, b+tch, i’m beyond trim (beyond trim)
n+ggas be talkin’ ’bout motion and talkin’ ’bout pape’, ain’t got more than my son ‘nem (no yap)
look, i’m from the hood like a honda, pull up likе obama, man, i’m on these f+ck n+ggas bumper (no yap)
ridin’ in a horsе with a llama
n+gga play, l’ma thump him, put his ass underground like a bunker (bah, bah, bah)
i’m cookin’ dope and that sh+t smell so good, you would think granny cooked some lasagna (yum)
ayy, n+ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout nunya (nothin’)
walk down on a beat like i’m havin’ bunions (ah)
ayy, these lil’ n+ggas, they wake up and hate, i wake up and go get the munyun (munyun)
glock 23, no time to debate, i slam on your ass like bron bron (slam)
n+gga go live, we’ll force his pipes, catch him and he ain’t got nothin’ on (nothin’)
ayy, arp with the tracers (tracers), scope, and a lasers, b+tch, i got a gun+gun (gun+gun)
where the f+ck is the opps? i just got my load up (load), hopped outside the whip with my pole out (bah)
i walk in a room, she takin’ her clothes off, french tips, she got her toes out (freaky)
ain’t f+ckin’ with n+ggas, i’m takin’ the old route, i feel like lil’ yay with the gold mouth (money)
i ain’t tryna work no nine+to+five, but feel like a waiter, i’m dishin’ them ‘bows out (dishin’)
ayy, i feel like dora, got ‘bows in my backpack (dora)
red eye, took me a ‘cat nap
i stuck them bands in a louie v nap sack, serena, i’m havin’ rack+racks (racks)
buss down a big+ass clock like flavor flav
these not chucks, but this tailor made (tailor)
i get high like taylor gang (high)
big yay got sauce like raising cane’s (sauce)
[chorus]
shorty some thick lil’ sh+t (thick lil’), her ass weigh a ton (big sh+t), i just might take her to lunch (take her to brunch)
i walk in the club, she tappin’ her friend, like, “girl, i wanna hunch” (hunch)
rockin’ this ice, servin’ this spice (spice), i got the munchies (uh)
pull down on tuesday and get you some smack, we servin’ the raw on mondays (servin’ the raw on mondays)
shorty some thick lil’ sh+t, her ass weigh a ton, i just might take her to lunch (take her to lunch)
i walk in the club, she tappin’ her friend, like, “girl, i wanna hunch” (i wanna hunch)
rockin’ this ice, servin’ this spice, i got the munchies (i got the munchies)
pull down on tuesday and get you some smack, we servin’ the raw on mondays (servin’ the raw on mondays)
[outro]
monday night raw, n+gga, you pull up on tuesday, get you some smack, n+gga
you ain’t puttin’+pickin’ up what the f+ck i’m puttin’ down, n+gga, you need to turn that sh+t
rewind that sh+t and go listen what i said from the beginning of the song, n+gga
yeah, i ain’t gon’ lead you on, n+gga, just listen to my songs, n+gga, on god
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