DJ-Z! - Tall Boy

It's DJ-Z!, yeah
I'm a tall boy, six foot five boy
Raps all gold, like a pirate going "ahoy"
Say I'm on a high horse, yeah she ride it like a cowboy
Tell me how's the air down there, can you breathe boy?
Now if we talking past midnight then I'm a long boy
Always give a mami what she want, like I'm a mumma's boy
Tell me that she seeking for a Greek freak, hair sleek, Giannis player boy
Curvy model physique, can I be your playboy?
Woah, oh, looking up to me their backs crack
New girl is itty-bitty, wear her like a backpack
When she walk into the room the dudes always turning their backs
But she only heading to me, rubber bands run to the max
In fact, I am the illest and the realist
You're welcome to be a witness
Cause I'm getting the job finished while the others start beginning
And I'm all about my business
Tell the others mind their business
To me the sky is the limit
Got to end up in a Guinness
I'm finished, I got the rest tripping
Doubted me from the beginning, now it's clear high definition
Hey bae, proposition, flex back your flat screen
It be dripping finger licking, need a bucket underneath
Yeah I had a lot of people tryna bring me down
But it's sad, cause your height got you near the ground
Oh wait, what's that, did you hear the sound?
Oh sorry, you can't cause you ain't in the clouds (Yeah)
I don't discriminate, 5ft1, 5ft8
Loving all of her traits, thick waist, pretty face
Foreign chicka hesitates, let me translate
Tu cono se mojara, te comere, "okay"
I'm a tall boy, six foot five boy
Raps all gold, like a pirate going "ahoy"
Say I'm on a high horse, yeah she ride it like a cowboy
Tell me how's the air down there, can you breathe boy?
Now if we talking past midnight then I'm a long boy
Always give a mami what she want, like I'm a mumma's boy
Tell me that she seeking for a Greek freak, hair sleek, Giannis player boy
Curvy model physique, can I be your playboy?
I'ma do it how I wanna boy, enjoy
If you into sex games, call me Gameboy
Living high but I ain't smoke no blunts
Real life I got no front
Make in a day you make in a month
Could hunt the whole scene, all back to front
Hide and seek, I caught her eye
Best she's had all of her life
Juicy thighs, diamond eyes
Side to side then hit rewind
Turn it up, when I walk in the club
Tall boy's in so you better listen up
Saying who's next up, just look up, it's me son
In and out, little rendez vous
Then baby come for round two, I'll give her deja vu
Want to know what we gonna do? let me give you a clue
I'm gonna dip in the deep end inside of you, does that make sense to you?
Oh my shawty itty bitty latina
With the Coca-Cola body, got it like INNA
She could be a pretty angel or could be a naughty sinner
What's the time tall boy? I think it's time for dinner
Thinking that their actions gon delete with an apology
The jealousy is in their veins, it's part of their biology
To me fake is a joke, so they keep bringing through the comedy
I'm laughing at the wannabes, now move that ass the fuck away from me
Bye little boys, gots to go
I got my chika by my side, we going to coast to coast
We got our Adi on, game on, comment on our post
We too busy to notice so we just leave you on ghost (Yeah)
I don't discriminate, 5ft1, 5ft8
Loving all of her traits, thick waist, pretty face
Foreign chicka hesitates, let me translate
Tu cono se mojara, te comere, "okay"
Tall boy, six foot five boy
Raps all gold, like a pirate going "ahoy"
Say I'm on a high horse, yeah she ride it like a cowboy
Tell me how's the air down there, can you breathe boy?
Now if we talking past midnight then I'm a long boy
Always give a mami what she want, like I'm a mumma's boy
Tell me that she seeking for a Greek freak, hair sleek, Giannis player boy
Curvy model physique, can I be your playboy?
That's the tall boy swag, couple bands in the bag
That's the tall boy swag, long boy make her gag
No need to brag, waving high like I'm a flag
If you put it on a graph, I'm peaking on the zig zag, hey
That's the tall boy swag, couple bands in the bag
That's the tall boy swag, long boy make her gag
D-did I brag, truth hurts, stay mad
They try to reach my level but you never grow to match (Hey)

Written by:
Zane Mestousis

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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