Big Pimpin’ (November)

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]

Yeah..

You got your head right on your shoulders, you know where you wanna go

And we can fall in love even under such thick smoke

And your hair right by your knees as you make it wobble slow

You only worried about the positives, you puttin' on a show

You earned it girl, you earned it girl

I pour you another shot of bourban, girl

Now I sound like Drake, 'bout 12:28

About when I show you how much you deserve it, girl

And I set my counter 'bout in Florence, cause all my furniture's in storage

I'm throwing money on a Yaris,

But I don't speak that guala

So I can't pronouce her last name,

Yesterday was my last day,Took the money off of that bedside

But I left a clip in the ashtray

So you can play my songs and get high to my monotone

In the Pokemon center, Skyping hoes like they Professor Oak

Tumblrgod at Starbucks, getting notes off hoes over frappucinos

Maids tucking Cartier mitts in the pockets of all your clothes

Smoking on boombastic, just so you know, that's a disclaimer

And don't get no crocodile tears, I'm all black gator, bitch

Thought maybe I should hit your phone from the way that we ain't been talking lately

And if I wasn't rapping baby, I would still be riding Mercedes

So go fall in love with that new nigga, just ask yourself, you think he gon' replace me?

Chrome and shinin', sippin' daily, no rest until Whitey pays me

It's the, big Southern rap impresario

Coming straight from the down south barrio

Sorry though, your bitch wanted to ride

On her Twitter AVI poking out her sides

See, how them swangers poke out, that interior rep inside

I ride it with some bricks all the way to that country side, bitch

I'm pimping hoes on tumblr, so reblog and follow back

American Spirits, she ask if I could bust her down on that

Bitch I flew from Tokyo to Forks

And I still made it back to your Bella's place

But still haven't found time to go and visit Miguel's grave

See that's that fuck shit, that nigga taught me better, right?

Civil upbringing, but I still claim that savage life

Skinny nigga at a 5 star, never ordered a salad

But y'all buff for no reason, cause I know you not 'bout it

So we can throw those hands like I throw them bands

All on her black china, got your girl good china all up in my hands

Cause I'm in your love nest, but with Christmas reef under the mistletoe

That bitch bad, a hundred HP

On that Chikorita, I thought I'd let you know