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lime king - big citrus lyrics

[verse 1]
both my meat and a toy in her box like i’m— (omar on the come up!)
both my meat and a toy in her box like a happy meal
keep loose change in my pocket, how i’m packing steel
we gon’ smoke him, that sh+t giving me the munchies
boy, we ain’t into talking, we gon’ let the gun speak
women make half the d+mn population
how the f+ck you treating p+ssy like the one piece? (lime king, shuh!)
he f+cking around, he must not know the gang
i got a stick, that sh+t gon’ bang
if they opp, eh dun; wait, he doesn’t know the slang
we finna bleed the block, now they thinking i got fangs
why my side b+tch always calling? i’m just letting that sh+t rang
money going up to the ceiling, his sh+t looking like scott lang
she wanna know how the lime tastes, she eating the d+ck, she liking the tang
put the dots up on his head, now he be looking like yin and yang
we be walking on coals under pressure, looking like johnny dang

[chorus]
huhhh (all these b+tches even think they can f+ck with me!)
b+tch, i’m the motherf+cking big citrus
thought i sold shoes how i’m standing on my business
we be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like limp bizkit
huhhh (bah! bah! bah! bah! bah!)
b+tch, i’m the motherf+cking big citrus (d+mn right)
thought i sold shoes how i’m standing on my business
we be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like limp bizkit (hahaha)
[verse 2]
i keep that bl!cky in my backpack
talk sh+t ’bout the gang, you gon’ get your sack whacked
you should try and bust in over 21 like black jack
’cause i heard that boy was into minors, no jack black
always talking ’bout the money, where your racks at?
we be on the trees like a vietnam flashback
talking so much cap, sh+t, i gave that boy a hat rack
p+ssy so bald, that sh+t almost wore a snapback
hahhh (what?), i’m super saiyan in this b+tch (what?)
she be steady cupping my b+lls, thought that b+tch had perfect pitch (what?)
if he dress like adam sandler, he ain’t f+cking with the clique (what?)
she gon’ get blind twice, one from the wrist and one from the d+ck
i don’t chase hoes, i pick
autoimmune disorder, how i stay so sick
my pockets finna stay so rich
my c+ck finna stay in your b+tch and that sh+t finna stain your mattress
making movies with her back bent, she ain’t no actress

[chorus]
huhhh ([?])
b+tch, i’m the motherf+cking big citrus
thought i sold shoes how i’m standing on my business
we be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like limp bizkit
huhhh (bah! bah! bah! bah! bah!)
b+tch, i’m the motherf+cking big citrus (d+mn right)
thought i sold shoes how i’m standing on my business
we be rolling, rolling, rolling up the weed like limp bizkit

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