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Big Foot Mama

the grapevine How much longer will you be mine? And i’ma tell ya, I don’t like drama So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama ’cause bertha butt

, this is big business, buy tapes Don't lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me? Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili Explore on four wheels or foot

when I began to understand When mama prayed, good things happen When mama prayed, lives were changed Not much more than five foot tall But mountains big and small crumbled all away when mama

faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running up in you hoes With "No Vaseline" You could be the big fish Bring your drama Fuck your mama I'll bring the

' my mans, motivated my team Ced said, "Look, my niggas, we got a foot in" Bein' good is good, that'll get you Drew Gooden But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin

ear hole Hey, hey, oh, Lord Big foot music I'm gonna be good to you Big foot music Good to your mama too Big foot music Music that will blow your mind Big foot

I'm stupid My crew is mad deep, I hope you niggas sleep I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to therapy

look like peanuts Your mama's one of my favorite sluts She likes licking from the back of my balls To the tip of my dick with one big lick She calls me her big

, 'lil' mama shit 'Lil' mama thick and my time is slim Come 'bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in I'm gettin' to the dough Louie on my foot