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problem feat. iamsu! - do it big (feat. bad lucc, sage the gemini) lyrics

look like, walk like, smell like cash
whatever it is i sell that fast
whatever it is i do it big
whatever it is i do it big
trust it at the afro
hanging at the hair like
all my b-tches bad serving d-ck till they act right
need a scratch like a cat fight
flowing out blow burner keep my pack right
these guns and more chicken in the s-x fifth
paying trip just to forty in the matress
girl you playing like a b-tch she’s an actress
tear your hood up have you dry it on the cactus
p-lo hit you with a banger
grab n-gg- that got b-tches like a singer
just took a shoot and i got some more in the chamber
your b-tch in my car and let her c-m on my finger
she can get nasty b-tch i’m on
i ain’t looking for a cl-ssy b-tch
i need holders worth to f-ck something
baby mama keep calling she don’t want nothing
doing me laterlook like, walk like, smell like cash
you a freak i can tell that fast
whatever it is i sell that fast
ye know i’m all about that math
whatever it is i do it big
whatever it is i do it big
i do it big like a big n-gg- should
a big n-gg- skinny b-tches like, uhh
i smell like a rat, a grand
to big b-tches i’m a rat, a lamb
turned up, in this cause b-m up
pimp like a purm up
bad all is earned up
my n-gg-s learn up
i keep her c-mming like tactics
the b-tch ain’t never printed
tell my sperm to do backflip
i do it big, jimmy neutron head
i’m getting cool time bread
i hit it she get the bull like
way ahead leg, that’s the pun
your baby daddy a little fruit that’s a runt
i’m always on the cash man i’m always on the hunt
ye i’m getting paper still fire up a blunt
still riding through the hood like i ain’t sh-t
the game can’t quit
if i ain’t on your song that thing ain’t it
look like, walk like, smell like cash
you a freak i can tell that fast
whatever it is i sell that fast
ye know i’m all about that math
whatever it is i do it big
whatever it is i do it big
i bibs and i cash for christmas
that’s merry dollar in it b-tch
wetter than whatever makes your fairy flow drail
whole tom cruise, like terry jones
thomas will bring the s-x cause we carry all
sell a b-tch like car insurance
your baby mama caught a n-gg- she want reinsurance
she want me into it cause i’m a get into it
i’m not the only one she let my n-gg- still influence
back up on it about to mack on it
and i keep game for cheap i keep my shack on it
this baby sure i spend a rack on it
sweat it out in vegas
treat a hater like typos i get ’em edited out the paper
raise a sharp flavor might give you a buck fifty
put the pressure on and get ’em fried up crispy
heartbreak game make the girls go stupid
stay on the hussle i’m up early on the brewsky
look like, walk like, smell like cash
you a freak i can tell that fast
whatever it is i sell that fast
ye know i’m all about that math
whatever it is i do it big
whatever it is i do it big

- problem feat iamsu lyrics

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