Big Lugg - Thirty-Four Eleven Interlude

Yeah, Yeah
Big moves
Yeah I'm makin' big moves
Out of this world
Like I'm on a moon cruise
Vodka sippin'
Just to get loose
Morning brunch
Someone pass me the juice
You step here
You proceed with caution
Saks Fifth is my last option
It's getting hot, so we spin the block
Always staying with that fuckin' rock
Chick with me
Cause I got a lot
Ain't a rooster but she got the cock
But this bitch better leave my spot
Cause my bitch, she is not
And if you lookin for them trees
Well come find me
Cause I just chop em chop em down like SUC
Since this is Devlyn's first time on a Big Lugg track
Say my name like the Wonder Twins
When I make her cringe
Make her sing like hymns
I hit it harder than gyms
In my timbs
See more pink than Timmy Turner's brim
Say
Hey, you left the lights on in your car
My swamp buzzers gonna make it through the yard
Damn rain
I'm from UPS
So bitch take my package
Well buddy it looks like you ain't got diddly squat
You start at the threads of DNA
Shit is so crazy
Giving me all that bullshit
That's that bullshit that has made me
I was caught up in the moment, all the cameras and lights
Stop signs give me flash
Sign em off without treaties
Lacerate their Achilles
Got herbs to make shit roll
And just lean like Heelys
Sequence
All them questions
I should be named Fibonacci
Paranoia
But we're stuck
Paranoia
Ah, yeah
We can kick it like Sanji
Wish I could read Kanji
Lookin like Tatsumi
Yeah, I keep a suit on me
Wanna battle? Prepare
Point you out like Zaker
Ring the Bell
Leave a Gash
So hit a dash if you dare
They told me add in some flare
The dude with color changing hair
Rinnegan on fleek
She said it's not polite to stare

Written by:
Big Lugg, Clay Dietz

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