Big Sean – UKNOWBIGSEAN (2009) | Track profile | Dork

Big Sean – UKNOWBIGSEAN (2009) | Track profile | Dork

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UKNOWBIGSEAN

[Intro]

(G.O.O.D.) (Press play, press play, press play)

Yeah

Ay

[Verse 1]

I bounce back in this bitch like a reflex

It’s obvious they trying to stop Sean like an eclipse

I’m laughing out loud to the point I might cry

Cuz nobody blocking mine like a nigga 9-9

See I am a phenom, you are a feline

You are a bitch, boi! Sweeter than key lime

D-Town

The bullets and the people seem to ménage

Hit you in your shirt, now your chest look like a collage

This is not a fairy tale or facade

Niggas tripping to the point, nowadays I’m yelling “Bon Voyage”

So in and so forth, I go in and go hard

And when it’s time to go on, bet everybody go off

Yeah, I know you niggas can’t stand my city

How they feel to hear a “Big” this good still living?

I came from the bottom

Remain at the bottom

So long, I probably made a stain at the bottom (at the bottom)

Yeah it floods when it rains at the bottom

But my dynasty reign bitch, rain till we drowning

And you’re broke until you realize something

That money’s like fucking, yup, money’s like fucking (ok)

You grind hard enough then bitch’ll keep cumming (yeah)

I’d rather keep coming in the set and see nothing

They like how he make something, when they ain’t give him nothing

How he stay proactive and kept the shit bumping (yeah)

[Verse 2]

I hop on top of tracks and just start Forrest Gumping (Gumping)

Label full of stars like the fucking flag or something

Everytime we do a show it’s like a hip. hop. summit

A beast ontop of beats, bitch my studio is haunted (is haunted?)

Please believe me boy, cuz I will ghostwrite your shit like a Ouija Board (yeah)

You hang with niggas draped in Louis Vuitton

I hang with the niggas who make Louis Vuitton

We running this shit with a baton, I promise (what)

Ima bring it home, designated driver

And all we want was money and power

Some niggas moved powder, baked, without flour (without flour)

Till they see our money rose like flour

Resort to violence cuz we can’t afford Islands (Amen)

Damn reverend we need money and a blessing (a blessing)

Just call it Creflo Dollars

Missed church service (uh huh)

My grandma say I’m reckless

She mad that I’d rather rock Jesus on my necklace (Amen)

Big cars, big cribs, big bills

Always was a big deal way before the big deal

And that’s real

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