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grant gsus - big pavi lyrics

[verse 1]
please don’t touch my nips
you can grope my hips
or kiss me on the lips
i’m constantly on the prowl for p-ssy
always wearing my stussy
roll up with uzi
i’ll make your girl ooze like a jacuzzi
young pavi came from bulgaria
you know me i’m immune to malaria
i wear nmds
my p-ssy is siamese
your girl will be feelin deez
i have no enemies

[chorus]
names big pavi
i pack a tommy
make you run to your mommy
slap your b-tch with my salami

[verse 2]
i drive a suzuki i’m goin’ fast
not a rookie your girl riding shotgun gripping my mast
your girl’s p-ssy is mine
she calling me from the 359
i’m so rich i’ll buy her a first cl-ss ticket
all only so she can just l!ck it
my boy nishi flexin michael coors
my mansion got five floors filled with wh0r-s
catch me with my fellow slavs drinking rakia
if you f-ck with the crew i’ll drop ya
i organize my hoes in stacks
separate them by their racks
use them for that imax and climax
need to stay on time to i got a timex
last time i had s-x it was with your ex
lend me a hand i need a job
if i made my name a$ap pavi
i’d be banned from asap mob
my cousin addicted to coca cola
had to call for on my motorola
my bars be fire krakatoa
i drive a suzuki you got a black corolla
flex gucci i don’t like blue cheese
i’ll touch your goochie if you amuse me

[chorus]
names big pavi
i pack a tommy
make you run to your mommy
slap your b-tch with my salami

[verse 3]
i got a huge bulgarian bulge
enraged like a bull rollin’ in my grave
from the west bumpin’ new slaves
made it far even though i couldn’t behave
silver surfer i’m riding them waves
i’m not drinking lean i’m just sipping pink kool-aid
i got exotic b-tches givin’ me a hand call it foreign aid
i’m out here spending but i’m not getting paid
i’m only buyin’ new shoes if they made with real suede
on my feet i got adidas
wearing them when i was a fetus
now i’m in the studio with grant gsus
everyday i sip purified water
pull up on me with a prius you gonna be slaughtered
need some percocets i don’t got a prescriptions
drownin’ in p-ssy family tradition
juice in the oven that’s the family recipe
mix it with the gas call it chemistry
my 2 side hoes destiny and bethany
real eyes realize real lies
chicks don’t dig nice guys
i bring a large fry to fries
everyone swarming like flies
sometimes i feel like i just need a disguise
am i b-tch cause i don’t diss guys?
at least i’m true to the people i don’t sh-t lies

[outro]
aye yo shoutout big pavi for writing this track
someone get this man signed
f-ck yeah grant gsus out

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