Lyrics Big Head - Aragon

Couldn't keep it on the down low?
Then catch me on the come up
Get buffer like a download
And hope I won't fuck up
All up on my dick though
Just for asking "What up"
Blame it on my big head
Should've worn a nut cup

Couldn't keep it on the down low?
Then catch me on the come up
Get buffer like a download
And hope I won't fuck up
All up on my dick though
Just for asking "What up"
Blame it on my big head
Young muthafucka

Got receipts building up in my pockets
I got this
Y'all must have thought that I had lost it
I profit
That's thoughtless, so stop it
Thats nonsense, stop talking
Talk shit on my money
Beat your ass like Bop It

But let's get back to business
I'm on your baby mamas hit list
But y'all are on and off like motherfucking switches
And that's got me feeling blue, just like a Crip is

Met her today, already sending pictures
Whipping so hard that it gon' make your wrist hurt
Rose from the dirt, now you gon' get injured
And worst of all, she don't fuck with gingers

Now listen up and sit your punkass down
Hear the people chanting my name, I love that sound
Dumb it down, gotta get outta this bum ass town
You won't remember me then if you're forgetting me now

Couldn't keep it on the down low?
Then catch me on the come up
Get buffer like a download
And hope I won't fuck up
All up on my dick though
Just for asking "What up"
Blame it on my big head
Should've worn a nut cup

Couldn't keep it on the down low?
Then catch me on the come up
Get buffer like a download
And hope I won't fuck up
All up on my dick though
Just for asking "What up"
Blame it on my big head
Young muthafucka

Alexander the Great, but you ain't seen the best of me
Exhausted as ever but this won't be the rest of me
Stay on my grind til this shit become the death of me
And learn from the streets ever since them streets been sesame

Pockets more swole than your arms in a tight shirt
Ginger Gang, bitch, count the bands, that's light work
Talking to a bitch on a gold brick, dawg
We both talking stupid, we don't know shit, dawg

3 on my back, the same guy as A.I.
Iverson, my main try to stay fly
Elaborate, explain why the stakes high
Fucking bitches til daylight, remain high

Now listen up and sit your punkass down
Hear the people chanting my name, I love that sound
Dumb it down, gotta get outta this bum ass town
You won't remember me then if you're forgetting me now

Couldn't keep it on the down low?
Then catch me on the come up
Get buffer like a download
And hope I won't fuck up
All up on my dick though
Just for asking "What up"
Blame it on my big head
Should've worn a nut cup

Couldn't keep it on the down low?
Then catch me on the come up
Get buffer like a download
And hope I won't fuck up
All up on my dick though
Just for asking "What up"
Blame it on my big head
Young muthafucka