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Blake - Big Homie lyrics

[Intro: BLAKE]
Yeah. Yeah, aye, Yeah..

[Hook: BLAKE]
Aye, old school Chevy with the tint on it
Aye, AMG Coupe with the rims on it
Aye, Balenciaga frames with the lens on it
Aye, designer belt with the fuckin' M on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie
Aye, I just want a check couple M's on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie...I just want a check couple M's on it, Aye!
Iced out, muddy gold trim on it
Aye, wrist lookin' like imma spit on it
Aye, bands on bands with the trim on it
Wait, Hold up, imma hit my mans on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie
Aye, I just want a check couple M's on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie...I just wanna check couple M's on it!
Aye

[Verse 1: BLAKE]
Aye, bitch wanna ride on my spaceship
Got me putin' in work on the late shift
I been on my grind flippin packs to the side, flippin packs to the grind like a tre flip
Wait
Imma hit his ass where it hurt
They keep hittin' my line by the verse
And I got verses on deck and it work
So I make a pussy give up his purse
When I
Hop out the whip, sause and I drip
Bet them pussy ass niggas gon' slip
Cuff that bitch, I won't trip
Hope his dick don't interfere with yall's relationship
Pull up ride solo in the Benz
She just want a picture, don't be foggin' up the lends
If I take your hoe I 'pologize in advance
Hit that pussy, hit it like we better off as friends
My pockets got a whole lotta extra
My life a movie, you a extra
My bitch stupid thick, new shit too legit, that boy, that bro god bless 'em
Watch how I apply that pressure
On they ass and I can't let up
That lil shit you talkin impressive
Imma catch a nigga like Odell Beckham!
Wait
Imma send his ass to the doctor
Wait
Ion really think you want a problem
Wait
Imma pop his ass in designer
Wait
Ya ain't gettin money, nigga stop it
Wait
I'm tryna bust you down real steady
Aye
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie
Text a nigga, 28, to the chevy
Flexed up 24/7 cuz i'm petty
Aye

[Hook: BLAKE]
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/blake/-/big-homie.html]
Aye, old school Chevy with the tint on it
Aye, AMG Coupe with the rims on it
Aye, Balenciaga frames with the lens on it
Aye, designer belt with the fuckin' M on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie
Aye, I just want a check couple M's on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie...I just want a check couple M's on it, Aye!
Iced out, muddy gold trim on it
Aye, wrist lookin' like imma spit on it
Aye, bands on bands with the trim on it
Wait, Hold up, imma hit my mans on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie
Aye, I just want a check couple M's on it (yuh)
Aye, I just (yuh) wanna flex like a big homie(yuh)...I just wanna(yuh) check couple M's on it!
Aye

[Verse 2: Trill Sammy]
Got a crib so big wit a gym in it (gym in it)
Pussy so wet, imma swim in it (water)
How you gon' act like I ain't winnin? (Huh?)
Shawty head so good gimme ten minutes (damn)
Neck so cold like Minnesota (Minnesota)
Shoppin' in the mall sippin' dirty soda (lean!)
Hop, bought a [?] Range Rover (skrrt skrrt)
Got two bad bitches, all my girls do yoga
(Yuh!)
I just wanna flex like a big dog (grrr)
Count checks, ballin' hard like Chris Paul (bow!)
Get em off in a day one phone call (yuh)
If she bad then she might get the dick raw (yuh)
Bitch like lemonade (lemonade)
Pour the whole four in the MinuteMaid (lean)
Man it feel good when you gettin' paid (yuh)
You a brok ass nigga so you can't relate
Yuh
Rollin out a ounce, rolie bust it down
When she come to town, I might lay it down
If she takin' pictures I might have to ditch her
Damn, I want yo sister I can't do the Twitter (yuh)
I be on that big dog shit
Yuh
Pockets on that Rick Ross shit
Yuh
I be on that big dog shit
Yuh
Pockets on that Rick Ross shit (Aye!)

[Hook: BLAKE]
Aye, old school Chevy with the tint on it
Aye, AMG Coupe with the rims on it
Aye, Balenciaga frames with the lens on it
Aye, designer belt with the fuckin' M on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie
Aye, I just want a check couple M's on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie...I just want a check couple M's on it, Aye!
Iced out, muddy gold trim on it
Aye, wrist lookin' like imma spit on it
Aye, bands on bands with the trim on it
Wait, Hold up, imma hit my mans on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie
Aye, I just want a check couple M's on it
Aye, I just wanna flex like a big homie...I just wanna check couple M's on it!

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