Big Time Rush! Lyrics – Yung Keeta
Singer: Yung Keeta
Title: Big Time Rush!
She send her home, we don’t show it enough
Lowkey mad you ain’t blowing it up
And the amg come show me love
Making out, girl, while we lighting a blunt
She choosing me ’cause i’m showing her fun
Hit from the back, then i hit from the front
I’m getting cash, i get a ton
I’m looking back, like, look what we done
I’m looking back, like, look where we from
She gimme bread, like, you so dumb
You so bad, want you so much
I want you big time, no rush
You so flexible, girl, toe touch
“it’s like 3 am,” so what?
We smoke blunts and we pull up
Cuban so childish, go up
Can’t keep my eyes on the road
Uh, do i gotta take you home?
Uh, you can come back to my crib if you want
It’s okay if you don’t
I wouldn’t call her a ho
Lil’ shawty have fun fo’ sure
High as a god, i’m high as a drone
I get a lil’ teasy, get loans
I’m independent, boy, you owned
They like, “all of yo’ friends is funny”
I know you just want me ’cause i get money
I act like i’m stupid, mistake, i’m a dummy
I get celine, yeah, i’m so clumsy
He not the one, like, do you trust him?
I get a glock out, b-b-bust him
Thinking ’bout cash, ain’t no discussion
I keep a ‘k on me just like a russian
Going out sad, so sad
Buddy, you in last, left you in the past
I been smoking green, i’m smoking za’, you smoking grass
Only smoke top class and i smoke class
She send her home, we don’t show it enough
Lowkey mad you ain’t blowing it up
And the amg come show me love
Making out, girl, while we lighting a blunt
She choosing me ’cause i’m showing her fun
Hit from the back, then i hit from the front
I’m getting cash, i get a ton
I’m looking back, like, look what we done
I’m looking back, like, look where we from
She gimme bread, like, you so dumb
You so bad, want you so much
I want you big time, no rush
You so flexible, girl, toe touch
“it’s like 3 am,” so what?
We smoke blunts and we pull up
Cuban so childish, go up
We in sync, baby, no trust in him
You can tell me, baby, we touching
Uh, they don’t have time, no nothing
n#gg#s making assumptions
Smoking papers, smoke pressure
Run up on blunt, we puffing
She says she wanna be her
No nick, i’m big time rushing
And then i’m big time nutting
And then you know she love it
Pour up, they sipping ‘tussin
Wockesha in my stomach
Don’t f#ck with him, baby, he’s bluffing
I’m in the streets and he soft as a muffin
Come f#ck with me, baby, i’ll show you something
No n#gg# bruh, lemme show this mine now
Baby, stop it, i know you like it
Anything you want, baby, i’ll buy it
I f#ck with you ’cause i got some cash now ’til we done, babe
And i hope it work for you, i hope you show it
She send her home, we don’t show it enough
Lowkey mad you ain’t blowing it up
And the amg come show me love
Making out, girl, while we lighting a blunt
She choosing me ’cause i’m showing her fun
Hit from the back, then i hit from the front
I’m getting cash, i get a ton
I’m looking back, like, look what we done
I’m looking back, like, look where we from
She gimme bread, like, you so dumb
You so bad, want you so much
I want you big time, no rush
You so flexible, girl, toe touch
“it’s like 3 am,” so what?
We smoke blunts and we pull up
Cuban so childish, go up
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