Platinum & Wood lyrics - Big Sean

Come roll with a nigga, get high with a nigga
Count stacks with a nigga, fuck hoes with a nigga
Back in high school we used to trade clothes with my niggas
Back when Icebreaker and Girbaud was like the wardrobe for the killers, we pose for the pictures
Stunting on hoes, I stunt with my bros
Real go-getters, I swear being broke didn't fit us
Like new T-shirts, new jeans, new hats
You know, spending gas money on everything except gas
Spending my last on the shit that won't last
Back when 20 dollars would impress that ass
A movie and popcorn and caress that ass
Overdress and undress that ass, god bless that ass
It was me and my dawgs, summer on summer
Riding around like we dumber on dumber
Whipping that Toyota like it's a Hummer
What happened to those days? I really do wonder
When all I did was safe sex, latex
The first time I slipped up, wished I had a homemade aids test fuck
But I ain't flunk once
Back before I got drunk once
I was smoking on haze, all in a daze
My homies would call and say "nigga, come roll"

[Break]

Man, I'm straight up off the 7 Mile
They call that the better mile
Tryna get a house up in the woods
Off on 11 Mile, better that, one time for the D
Girls that hold me down Corretta style
And everything I want off in the world is a must-have
I realised that at the bus stop with a bus pass thinking "fuck rap"
Cause there's niggas in the streets getting money under my nose that I mustache
I've seen people get murdered who ain't deserved that shit
Cops should've protect-and-served and shit
But still pull me over, disrespect and search my shit
That's why their attitude was "bitch, you deserved that shit"
Bang bang bang, how do you maintain the same brain and mind
In a city of AKs and K9s
When only language they know English and gang signs
Fuck it all though, I'm repping till the world blow, come roll

Sean, it's good to be home, isn't it?

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"Hall Of Fame" (2013)




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Nothing Is Stopping You - Big Sean

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how
Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always tried keep me home
But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on
Whats up, Finally Famous
I had it on my jacket way back in high school
Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard shit like this
I woke up early on a saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: "Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday"
Man, that shit sounds stupid then I hang up on his ass
Then called him back like "Fuck, let's do it"
I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it
Like, "Let's do it"

[Interlude: Kanye West and DJ Mo Beatz]
When I heard the songs he was doing
Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music
(BIG! SEAN!) [x5]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches,
Thanking God Almighty, condoms were invented
Cause I had a yellow bone
That could've come from out the Simpsons man
Who claim she never did it (Yeah right)
But under these conditions she was with it
Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning
Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably still in it,
Getting rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now that's the shit that I hate
Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot
I know the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in that bitch forgot, Now I'm running late for sound check
And I heard the line's already to the lot, walking out the station
And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, But time to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come back around
I say "Aye dawg, What you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they been afraid
Tryna follow me get in a maze, Leave you minute maid
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping that Michigan
Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them
And the bunch just synonyms about how he was living in,
I ain't even let him finish shit, I mean I can't lie he was alright
But at his age, shit so was I,so give him my email on a fly
And if it sound good, then I reply Uhh

[Interlude: Trick Trick and Shorty]
[Trick Trick:] Hello
[Shorty:] Ay nigga, Ay trick, where you at nigga
[Trick Trick:] Ay what up, whats good, whats up man?
[Shorty:] Ay bro, ay nigga I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg
[Trick:] What!
[Shorty:] Bro, haha, I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg, aye
[Trick:] Oh hell naw, what?
[Shorty:] Hey I ran into this nigga, but aye he cool as hell man
[Trick:] Awwww Dang! Tight!
[Shorty:] Bet, He short as hell though.
[Both:] Hahahaha
[Shorty:] But that nigga was cool though man
[Trick:] Alright!
[Shorty:] Man just like how he spit a hundred bars, I spit like two hundred bars.

[Outro 1: Big Sean]
Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith
In something you can't see, tell me how much do you believe
What you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch
What you know bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe
But when the world drives you out, and your gas tank is on E
All the faith that you had, just ain't all the faith that you need
All the faith that I have, just ain't all the faith that I need
I'm sorry.

[Outro 2: Mama Myra]
I know you're not my child talking like that.
Focus shifting the negative energy, into something positive.
And the easiest way to do that, is to be grateful for all the things that you do have,
For your health, for your family, your friends, all the people that care about you.
You've got food to eat, you've got a place to stay.
Ugh you know, let's feel good, let's get happy, boi! haha

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Fire lyrics - Big Sean

[Hook]
Tell 'em that I need more
Fire [x22]

[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it
Dealt with real life shit, Manned up and got through it
I'm a real D Boy, take a look up in my face
Never did real estate, but still put you in your place
I don't trust dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
From where they rock ski-masks and don't nobody ski
Every time I spit a verse, my city like "Preach!"
Niggas thought I got evicted how my shit up in the streets
B-I-G Sean, ain't nothing obese, but the feast
Swear I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle every second, stacking paper every week
Boy I'm in the field for real, I might run up in some cleats
Was in Japan so long, I almost learn to speak, had to leave
Back to the hood, where they don't understand unless you speaking trapanese
If I fall down, bet I only trampoline, bounce back
Back on my feet, that's just how I be
I be out of town repping valid as an absentee
Lord G's, jealous motherfuckers trying to absent me
Fuck these niggas up, now it's absent teeth
Trying to pass on me, when I'm first place in the Playoffs bitch
I'm even working half days on my day off bitch
Say it's gon kill me fuck it, I work graveyard shifts
'Long as that weed and money chilling and the power
Bitch I need that fucking fire

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Right now, right now, right now,
I know it's been a long, long
It's been a long, long time,
A long time, I know it's been a long, long time

[Verse 2]
I woke up this morning, rolled a joint, then got to it
Can do anything in the world except not do it
Bought my fam new six star crib
Momma feeling like she jewish, I'm the motherfucking truest
Yeah I talk about my mom, but shoutout to my dad
Would drive me to school every single chance he had
Tell me 'bout the crazy girls and all about his past
And gave me the talks that made me to a man
Not everybody got a dad but they got a Uncle Sam
And he ain't came around till I made a 100 grand
Coming from Detroit where everybody say "whaddup doe?"
Horror movie nigga, cause everybody there cut throat
Watch who you hustle with you might not get a cut though,
Even though you deserved a commission plus mo
The grandma sad when she saw my commercial
"Stop having people at your show that wasn't at rehearsal's"
I’m tryna to get a office at the Empire State
To bring it back to empire's plate, that's home
Man, I'm reppin' for my entire state
Prayin' that I won't be late, when it's all finished at the endin'
After all bottles spill it, throttle gripping, models switching
Chin chilling in my villa, fucking like I tryna populate a village
I'm replenished, I done do it just for the money
Man, for the feeling, I made it through the...

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro: Big Sean & James Fauntleroy]
But it's never, never been to late
It's never, never been to late
It's never, never been to late
It's never ever been to late
Right now, right now
I know it's been a long time
I know it's been a long, long time
Just know it's never, never been to late
It's never, never been to late
It's never ever been to late
It's never ever been to late
To do what you wanna do
Fuck everything else

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10 2 10 lyrics - Big Sean

[Intro]
Imma' be paid forever
I look up
Finally Famous Nigga

[Hook]
I woke up working like a Mexican
That mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

[Verse 1]
All this bread can’t be good for my cholesterol
Don’t come round’ talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg
I can’t lie bruh lately I’ve been stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever take the pressure off
Diss you, FF Imperial til my burial
Dodging every bullet and venereal
Anti-fuckboy material til I’m dead, I’m living proof,
If you focus on what’s in front of you and not what’s in the peripheral
It’s gone, word? Boy I seen drama on drama
Drama on drama over comma on comma
I’m bringing home dead prez, my house done feel like its haunted
I put the city on my back, right along with my garments
Went to sleep, snoring

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I got 3 jobs like I'm Jamaican though
I need 3 wives like I was Haitian though
One cook, one clean, the other PMS’ing, ho Hablo ingles’
If police have questions they don’t know what that mean nigga
They say Detroit going through the great depression
Still it’s been depressed so long I can’t even tell depression here
My homeboy still gon’ pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel
So many rides up on the curb my lil cuz thought the fair was here
Like oh, I'm primo, top spot redeemed ho, for who? My team
And we might take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, pussy and flamingos
Got me thinking the fuck I need to sleep for?

[Hook]

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Toyota Music lyrics - Big Sean

[Refrain 1]
Hella cheese, hella trees, LSD
Selling D, feeling like the 70s
Getting paid like we seventy

[Verse 1:]
Float around my town like it's the motherfucking seven seas
Hit the club, lose seven Gs, fill it all on seven D's
Spilling liquor rest in peace, rest in my G's, rest with her [?]
Start the day dissecting weed, then strategize then rest my team
Same show, different seats, same game, different league
Living life I hope that everyone I love will get to see,
Get to see, get to see, get to see, get to see
Living life I hope that everyone I love will get to see,
Get to see, get to see, get to see, get to see
Bitch

[Verse 2:]
I was thinking about the ice that I put on, money that I've blown
Bitches that I know, everything that I've done wrong
All the licks I hit, all the bullets missed
Got my shit legit, a lot of people pissed, well
I got money coming through
Drugs and women coming too
Got my family living comfortable
Got me thinking I'm doing what I'm supposed to do
I'm doing what I'm supposed to do
I'm doing what I'm supposed to do

[Refrain 2]
Hella cheese, hella trees, LSD
Selling D, feeling like the 70s
Getting paid like we seventy
Use to roll around in that Toyota rolling seven deep, damn

[Outro:]
Bitch
Bitch

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You Don't Know lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Ellie Goulding)

[Intro:]
You know what you do
You know what you do
You know what you see
You know what you do
You know what you - you don't know what you do!

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
How about we pretend all these niggas not around
And get fucked up like we was out of town
Woah, then get fucked up and go get out of town, (Swerve, swerve)
And tell ourselves that one time doesn't count, tell me
How fucked up you down to get
A pound is it, ba-thousand tears
Red cup yeah, that's college year
Free liquor got it on scholarship
Bitch act like you don't know what's up
Act like it ain't my crew blowing up
Lose not to much champagne, no throwing up
One time for the set, please go throw it up
It's Finally Famous, overbooked, overpaid and overpriced
But don't get it twisted, that shit ain't happen overnight
Had dreams of balling now I'm NFLing
Let her spend the night, she feel like Cinderella
All she tell me is-

[Hook: Ellie Goulding]
You don't know what you do!
You know what you do
You know what you do
You don't know what you do!
You know what you do
You know what you do
And you don't know what you do!
It's just a feeling inside me
And you don't know what you do!
It's just a feeling inside me
You don't know what you-

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I know, I know, I know I'm the reason you get dressed up
I know, I know, I know I'm the reason you get messed up
Heart breaker, young heart breaker
When you get in the game I swear the whole world commentates you
But man, I don't give a fuck what they saying, I don't give a fuck about opinions
I don't give a fuck about feelings, I ain't no dentist, either I did, I do or I didn't
You could try to tell me how to live my life, I ain't hearing it
I must be doing something right if every meal come with asparagus
Straight, straight, straight up out that dirt, but my t-shirt clean, ohh
Do it for the city, that's the 313
That's unnecessary, fuck her like she my secretary
Ass and face is hereditary, her momma, shit, legendary
You don't know what you do

[Hook: Ellie Goulding]

[Outro: Big Sean]
Go, go, go, go. go
Can't let that high go to waste I feel high on
(Poles, poles, poles, poles, poles [?])
Man, watch your back I swear man some of these niggas be
(Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes)
But I'm a live this like I swear that's all I know
Know, know, know, know, know, know
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Beware lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Lil Wayne & Jhene Aiko)

[Chorus — Big Sean + Jhene Aiko:]
When you said it was over you shot right through my heart
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart?
Ooh, I was so mad; I could've seen this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Big Sean]
Praying to a sky all black
Looking at the stars like they finna talk back (whoa)
Looking at my phone like she finna call back (whoa)
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
Cause by now she would've sent a text in all caps
Then another one tryna take it all back
Saying fuck you, I miss you or I hate you so much
Cause girls only say "hate you" to the guys that they love
I know, I know, I know the highs, the lows
It comes and goes; you say "be real" I try, I don't
Cause you take anything and just make it everything
Kept my phone on silent ever since you got a ring (funny right?)
And I never cheated (I mean, maybe once, twice)
But one time don't change everything
She ask why I don't feel the same, I'm still the same
She's still insane and now she's saying

[Chorus]

[Big Sean]
Okay, skeet, smoke, sleep, call
Miss, text, woke, spoke
Lie, feel, Lisa, ill (ewww)
Time, kill, months, still
I got somebody baby mama calling me daddy (got me)
I drank too much, please call me a cabby (swerve)
Penthouse after party hoes want that addy (swerve)
Fuck they can ride with us, crawl in a Caddy
Third row is when you call, I hit cancel
Really? I hit answer, fuck I hate when that happens
Phone in my pocket for the whole night
And you heard bitches screamin' til my phone died
Then she text me like "why you still talk to my mama?"
How the fuck you run around with condoms?
Why you make me get this tattoo? Man, fuck this tattoo
You the reason I wasn't single in college
What, all because I had you? Nigga I don't even have you
How am I supposed to get past you?
And she called the next guy spillin' some real shit
Now they problems he got to deal with

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Girl, don't believe them hoes
Cause they don't wanna see us together
And you already know you're too fly
But baby, don't get your hair caught in the propellers
I be tryna tell her these hoes is jealous
You know they never like it when you never say never
Long hair, red bone, but her pussy is hairless
Muah, I french kiss it like we in Paris
I be screaming out, "Ain't no woman like the one I got!"
But she be always worryin' about the one I fucked
She said it's gonna be me, myself and I
Damn, that'd make me a one-eyed fuck
Schh, I was so mad
Damn, you used to ride a nigga like a moped
Schh, but players fuck up, my bad
And just to keep from crying, I laughed

[Chorus:]
When you said it was over you shot right through my heart (Tunechi)
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart?
Ooh, I was so mad; I could've seen this coming right from the start (damn)
You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Outro 2x — Jhene Aiko:]
...Baby
Last time calling me baby
Last time calling me crazy, crazy, crazy

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First Chain lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Nas & Kid Cudi)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls
Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose
Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes
Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals
BIG was the first one that had it
Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic
Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace
Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic
Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt
Used to pick me up from school right after work
Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church
She's ask why I rock all this gold, cause I'm coming in first
Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view
Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew
Now I'm in the penthouse, look what a mill do
Looking in the mirror and I'm still you, I'm still you

[Hook]
Got my first chain
Feeling like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Bridge]
BIG was the first one that had it
Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 2: Nas]
What's the noise all about with this rap stuff
I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up
I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up
I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up
Cause it's a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain
I didn't fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'
To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters
That bonus, that culture, those projects
Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint
They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones
Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs
18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long
My pendant offensive, in the truest form
Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?

[Hook]

[Bridge]
BIG was the first one that had it
Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic
And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid
I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved
No matter what why I turn things go my way
I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave
Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga
To remind me of everything that we did, nigga
Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'
No heroes where I'm from, bullets only thing flying
I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb
But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind
Police only work 12-hour shifts
Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools
Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge
God damn, I think I'm gon' O.D.
Off this asparagus and bread and pasta
Need a doctor, I've been dogding shady hoes and rainy days
It's like I got a built-in doppler
And it's a shame, a fuckin' shame
I don't remember my first love or my first time prayin'
But remember my first ass and the first time she came
It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing
Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame
Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 4: Kid Cudi]
It's such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things
Niggas and bitches, where you at?
I got my mind is on me
A couple others and dreams, would've seen me
Me and my niggas in this bitch
About two months in a week's time
Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine
Now how the fuck can I chill now?
Kanye think I'm dope
See this piece that I own now
How sick is the rope?
Taking life for what it is
The troublesome chick, who throws fists
Sometimes it's the weather
Things switch up, people trip up
The money come down, then climb up
But when it come again
The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'
Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don't
Motherfuck that sometimes
So dead it, shred it
Young nigga lost to the night
I'm so ready to let it go
My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,
But I'm awesome
So fuck whoever has a bad thought
Don't know the god
Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God
It might be too late, but the song's will live on
Just know this fact, you were all wrong
Now watch me do my silly dance
Not really a dance, more like a prance
I'm signing off with a crotch grab

[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean
You the coolest
GOOD music nigga forever
Understand?

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Mona Lisa lyrics - Big Sean

[Intro:]
Whoa
Oh God
How I look, Tell me how I look
Exactly

[Hook:]
Mona Lisa, Lisa Moanin'
Got some drinks and some motherfucking refer blowing
I tell her fuck with me and you could be something
Yo girl so bad I want the threesome
Threesome trying to have a threesome
Look at my watch 'bout three somethin'
Threesome trying to have a threesome
Fuck with me and you could be something

[Verse 1:]
I believe in God and rubbers
Even if we sex you are not my lover
Hit you on the couch and not the covers
And if you bring you friend then we got to fuck her
That's what I'm down for no convo, my condo
And if I answer this phone call don't make a sound ho
My life is my audacity my dogs to the right of me
I got the girl you can't lay a finger on right here massaging me
Like yeah... I'm the nigga I know it, I'm the nigga I know it
My Momma say I'm a poet, you hating praying I blow it
But this the life I made though
I show a bad bitch what she made for

[Hook]

[Bridge]
(Bad Bitches [x4])

[Verse 2:]
I'm eating lobster with my shrimp hand
Feeling on her with my pimp hand
I'm talking to her like her Daddy do
And bet she give me everything but attitude
Mathematical, radical
Twist my fingers up and rep my avenue
Penthouse altitude, being broke is not compatible
Get a fine girl, Patron that
Get a finer one, and then clone that
You cuff your wife like I want that
When I got freaky women tongue kissing
Marijuana lung lifting
Give long dick then I'm long distance
You in the club bromancing
I got her homancing
Face in my lap nose dancing
No pants screaming

[Hook]

[Outro:]
I believe in God and rubbers
Even if we sex you are not my lover
Hit you on the couch and not the covers
And if you bring you friend then we

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Freaky lyrics - Big Sean

Goddamn you got a lot of meat hangin' there (mmm)
You're kinda large
But when I look at a big, shiny, greasy dick like that (yeah)
My pussy almost jump out my drawers ooh shit
Ooh shit I can't wait (oh fuck yeah)
Oh I wanna simply destroy that motherfucker (ooh)
Ooh please let me enjoy this good big dick while it's here (oh my God)
Ooh I wanna ride this big [?]
Ooh I wanna put the dogs on the head of this good motherfucker
Ooh now look at here baby
If the jaws of my pussy start to grippin' (mhm)
Don't pay that no mind, it's just that my pussy done got nervous
And a dick like that will make any pussy excited
Ooh shit, I could take a little bit more of this good motherfucker (oh my God, oh God, oh shit)
Baby, oh (oh, oh, oh sh-)

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MILF lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that)
Don't call me daddy, only she can do that
Ok, me yo mama be fuckin, boy you don't know nothin bout that
You seen her lookin all mad, ain't it time for yo nap?
You wake up, I'm back, eating up all your snacks
Don't ask for help with your math (stupid)
Ain't my fault you can't add
Don't be out here fake cryin, lyin
Up in the keyhold straight spying
Only knock the door if you dyin (don't you knock on this door)
I wish I could stay here forever (I love it)
You the only reason me and your mama ain't together
She's so much better than my old bitch
Man, I love that old bitch
I do

[Hook: Big Sean]
No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they know I fucked they mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
The way she bounce both cheekies, boy she freaky
Shoulda known she was kinky
When I walked inside the room and I seen her slinky (what the fuck?)
Even made me use my pinky, the way she teach me
It's just so dreamy, oh God, damn, man
I cheat on tests, cheat on hoes, I cheat when I can
I'm even cheating on my whip, I got a side Benz
But she made me wanna cut off all my side friends (I love you, baby)
A nigga be tryna taste her, take her
Date rape her, stand out the daycare, sit there and wait there
Fuck, I can't even trust the neighbors, damn (what you lookin at?)
You niggas stick to your young hoes
I got a freak that wash, dry, and fold clothes
You motherfuckers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I got my welfare check, smokin on that crack
Hell yeah, I'm unemployed, baby daddy-down my back
Now what you got for me Sean? I heard it's big and it's long
I take my teeth out, suck it good, that's where your dick belong
Yeeeaah, do it like that daddy
Pump pump bump bump it in my ass-matic
You a dummie, you is big bone
(Mom, I'm hungry) Shut your mouth, you little bastards go on!
All this ass is for you Seany, can I call you Seany?
Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face with it
Get a crack vile with that bass in it
If I got weed then I'm lacin it
Eat all this ass, quit tastin it

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
I got yo mama all in my line
Bullets all in my 9
Rollie tell the time
She ain't yours, she ain't mine
Throw a hundred every time
I think my coupe just lost it's mind
Put yo mama on that trippy shit
Sippin lean, snorting lines
Overseas like bonjour
Last ten years I've been on tour
And I still got that old money
I touch more green than a lawnmower
With a ratchet bitch, you laid up
I'm on my tour bus fucking mamas getting paid up
I take that bitch to my mansion
And a nigga can't pay her to leave
Yo mama a great head doctor, (groupie!) with no PhD
My pockets stuffed with dough
I made it all in the streets
I might just go to the club, and throw it all on a freak
Yo mama
Ratchet ass bitch

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Sierra Leone / Greedy Ho's lyrics - Big Sean

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"Sierra Leone / Greedy Ho's"

[Hook]
She tell me she love me
I'm everything that she want
Top floor, only way that we go
Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone
Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone
Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone
And she don't ever tell me I'm wrong, I'm wrong
Cause she don't want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone

[Verse 1]
Get to it, I be getting to it
Hella groovin', rooftop, better viewin'
Always hella coppin', no propellers, moving bank tellers
Movin', youngin', revenuin', mozzarella chewin', you know?
Lobster butter basted
I deserve every crumb tasted, road to riches one way and
Sunbathing, tongue tastin'
After that she wine tasting, Sean tastin'
You know? I gave her diamonds and gold
That's Sierra Leone, her friends like "Girl don't let go!"
So she ain't askin', she ain't whinin'
Complainin' or trippin', man I got her damn near strippin'
For the handbag livin', Saks Fifth'n, tag rippin'
No more tab splittin', cab gettin', who wants to go back to that livin'? Do yah?
So let's sex on the beach
Then the rest on the sheets for the rest of the week, 'til

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
What you know about wake up to fuckin' 'fore you even can stretch?
Yeah I'm on vacay and my dick still need a rest
I might get her on film, star and direct
Just might win an award if that shit hit the net
Oh, reclinin' in seats
Not liftin' a finger 'less I'm signin' receipts
Livin' life like I got a degree
Fuck it, I'm livin' life like I done got in the league
Look, my car look like it play for the Lakers
Credit card look like it play for the Raiders, I watch it play for the paper
Chandelier, marble floor on the feet
She said I'm a don, I gotta agree, I fuck her to sleep

[Hook]
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It's Time lyrics - Big Sean (feat. Young Jeezy & Payroll)

[Intro: Big Sean]
I done fell asleep fucking last night
That’s how much I don’t sleep nigga
Finally famous nigga

[Hook: Big Sean x2]
And I’ll be goddamned if I didn’t
Put the city on let’s get it
(alright alright alright, alright alright alright)
Let’s get it

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Today is a good day
I wish a nigga would day
Ride through the hood day
Ride through the hood where I would stay
If I wasn’t me, wasn’t committed
I told my mom and my dad it’ll be the last Christmas
In the hood that you can visit
Oh boy I got it, no chasers
Cause the best mixed with Hennessey is problems
I took that advice young when I was headed up to college
Momma swimming in that debt
Rather swim with the piranhas or the shark
Ready set go, on your mark to the top
Getting rich ain’t a blessing it’s a choice
Drunk and still drinking out the bottle
I want a hood rat bitch motherfuck a model
You ain't alive if you ain't living that’s the motto
And imma’ probably wake up tomorrow sayin, sayin

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Lets get it, yeah be alright nigga
It’s the motherfucking world nigga
Getcha some time to just do it how I done it
First up on the first cause’ first of all you gotta want it
Re-up time for every penny, never fronted
So room for, paid every penny then I stunted
Stunted so hard you woulda thought I was a stuntman
TS4 with 23’s I’m talking jumpmans
Twos and thirds watch for the blitz, you know they rush
Just don’t get caught in the coupe with them birds, end of discussion
Them boys round the corner wanna sell in that Cal Ripken
If them niggas think I’m riding with that, them niggas tripping
Yeah I got a magnificent hustle, cause’ imma’ grinder
Told my olds im hiding you here, so they won’t find you
What you know about a bag that’s heavy as anacondas?
Bet you one thing, I ain’t talking no marijuana
That’s whats wrong with these niggas they think it’s about shine
You niggas get back to your grind, I think it’s about time

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 3: Payroll]
They say it’s my time according to my Rolex
I’m bout to fuck the game, then your ho next
I used to talk dirty on my cell, no phone sex
No yoga boy I was making blow stretch
Press the fast forward button, I’m pushing a foreign something
All through my neighborhood, next stop is the haters hood
My bitch so bad, but you can bet that my paper good
I do this for real, you lil niggas just fake it good
It’s time for a new crib, it’s time for a new chain
20 thousand on me homie that’s just loose change
Too many diamond chains that nigga a mess
But if you knew bout my hood you’d say that nigga is blessed
Detroit in this bitch, Big Sean what it do bro?
Getting money four ways so I can buy a two-door
Stash looking healthy but my jewelry got the flu though
The hustle’s who I represent, dope boys we in this bitch

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Outro]
Detroit, once the backbone of this country
Now it’s the largest U.S. city to file for bankruptcy
Thriving neighborhoods are now vacant
Going from a population of nearly 2 million
To under 700,000 in a matter of years
The people of Detroit really going to have to stick together,
To make it through these tough times

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World Ablaze lyrics - Big Sean (feat. James Fauntleroy)

[Intro: James Fauntleroy]
Stay close to me, so close to me
That's how it's supposed to be
Long as you've been knowing me
You been holding me down,
I'm sure as fuck, so fuck hopefully
I watch over you, you watch over me
And that's how it's supposed to be
And we are, alright

[Hook: James Fauntleroy and Big Sean]
Now, when the world's ablaze, the stars will fall
The lights go off
Say its going to be, alright
Its going to be, alright
Cause, when the world's ablaze, the stars will fall
The lights go off
Say its going to be, alright
Its going to be, alright

Just tell me it'll be, tell me it'll be
Tell me it'll be, tell me it'll be [x3]

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
"Might not make it this time"
Is what not to say at this time
Sometimes, the truth ain't what you need to hear
And you tell them they alright, when they need a cure
I'mma believe in paradise if I don't see the sand
Only palm trees I got is this weed off in my hand
Around the same time my mom said "Sean, you need a plan
Mrs. Freeman's son, across the street got shot,
Now she need a hand!"
Traumatized, gotta watch, his momma cry
Now I gotta look up, up in his momma eyes, tell his momma lies
Like, "It's gonna be alright," knowing it ain't alright
I know there's just so much pain, and there's probably more on the way

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You know I love you momma like she mine,
Whether we together, or we trying
We fuck, three times, we smoke, tree times
We climb, I left, came back in town, it wasn't in time
The cancer done came, it just hit it's prime
It came from the breast, just spread to the spine
It might make her blind, she stare at the blinds:
"This can't be my mom!"
Got me thinking, "whats a girl to do, a girl to do?
When her world's a pool?
And she comes up for air, and it's walls of flames
And all the stress is all propane
She's burned again"
Hoping I could make her smile
Take cancer and David Blaine it out,
POOF! Disappear, God make an out!

[Hook]

[Outro: James Fauntleroy]
Stay close to me, so close to me
That's how it's supposed to be
Long as you've been knowing me
You been holding me down,
I'm sure as fuck, so fuck hopefully
I watch over you, you watch over me
And that's how it's supposed to be
And we are, alright [x3]

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