Songtexte Big Poe (feat. Sk8brd) - Pharrell Williams , Tyler, The Creator

Welcome
Number one, body movement
Gotta fuck yeah
No sitting still
Dance, bro
Number two, only speak in glory
Yeah
Leave your baggage at home
None of that deep shit
Number three, don't tap the glass
Rocket, rocket, rocket, les et lovés
Rocket, rocket, rocket, les et lovés
Contacte les...
Burn it down
Turn the heat up
Contacte les...
I don't consent
I don't give fucks
Contacte les...
You on my yezz, bitch, get up
Contacte les...
Wipe your lips off while I zip up
Huh, I'm a sick pup, girl, I'm nasty
Eat the cream pie in the back of the backseat
Yellow diamonds, black skin, I'm taxi
You can run all you want
You can't catch me
Big Po, huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
Slim
Contacte les...
I hate light skin, on my mama
I like dark skin, like my mama
I like light skin, like my daddy
You ain't like that, nah, not my problem
I'm on a plane trying to flip off
Switch off
Sit on my face, give me lip gloss
The tint off
That's not a G5
Take that kit off right now
I'm Mario, pipe down
Baby, I'm Big Po
Et les...
Huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
Slim
Et les...
Mm, I'm in Paris where it rains
Married to the game, 40 carats in the rings
And what you drive, you can't compare it to the chains
Told my counter hurry up with the pay
G700 or the Global 8000
Those are extended with the Mausi
Virginia, Florida, France is the housing
I got a bunch of 'Woods, they are doubting
Et les...
Big Po, huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
I'm Big Po, huh
Et les...
Slim
Contacte les...
No cell phone, it's a dead spot
You sneak photos, get your hands chopped
You weird as fuck, nigga, I said stop
I don't trust white people with dreadlocks
Big Dog Mar over here, Sandlot
I'm swimming in the green, I'm a ham hop
I get the metal ringing like a can top
Pop
Don't this shit make a wanna jump, jump?
Don't this shit make a wanna jump, jump?
Don't this shit make a wanna jump, jump?
Don't this shit make a wanna jump, jump?
Don't this shit make a wanna jump, jump?
Jump, jump
Jump, jump
Jump, jump
And they got that want pounding
Broke shouldn't allow 'em
The diamonds most brilliant when it's rounded
You don't talk to your accountant?
Hopping out of baby mama's cars clowning
You ain't with the bullets flying, get bounding
They ain't feel your pockets drip, drown in it
Oh, what you want to get loud then, huh?
Then get found in
I like crew necks, polos and chinos
A mouth full of rocks like Dino
Yellow diamonds, ask Jacob, he know
Rocket, rocket, rocket, les et lovés
He know
Et les lovés
He know
Rocket, rocket, rocket, les et lovés
He know
Et les lovés
He know
Rocket, rocket, rocket, les et lovés
Rocket, rocket, rocket, les et lovés