Tag: Big Yavo

Big Yavo – Jet Lee ( Lyrics ) Letra Big Yavo Big Yavo – Jet Lee ( Lyrics )

Ayy, man, that choppa having acne, a bump on my stock (Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
And that Glock, that ho bipolar, a switch on my—
Uh, mm, mm, mm, a switch on my—
I just be on that

Ayy, say, that chop’, that ho got acne, a bump on my stock
And that glizzy thing bipolar, a switch on my Glock
Ayy, .40 walking with it stuffed, can’t pull out my knot
Time and money, you don’t know it, all of my watch
Ayy, all up that wrist, I got dog shit
I know niggas hatin’, I’m in the mall with it
Please reach for my chain, I’ma get self defense
In N.Y. four, five days, posted up selling nicks
Ayy, posted up selling shit, nigga, I’ll sell a fit
She got a OnlyFans, bet, come here, I’ll sell a bitch
And if you want you somethin’, don’t come ‘round talkin’ ‘bout celibate
And lil’ bruh trap be doing good, throw him some extra shit
Send me some money and a addy, I’ll mail you this
My big brother, he be cooking, you might smell some shit
Can you smell the rock? It cooking
This a Dior jacket, normally Aeropostale hoodies
My last pay look like Ashton Kutcher
I’m having dog shit, sell you a master bully
So much motion, save yo’ Frenchie’s
Want you a twenty? Nigga, stop spending
Wanna learn how to cook? I know a chemist
Nigga, my dad and ‘nem been with me, no, yap
Scrape gang, scrape the pot
Go make a stop, then hit up the block
Or grab some work and set up shop
These niggas bankroll going down like Jock
You can tell when a nigga lost, he start buying Jay
The nigga just was pouring Wock’, but now he sippin’ Quagen
Nobody told you about all them designer shoes anyway
Can’t buy designer drugs if you ain’t out here getting paid
Now you broke as fuck, tryna keep up with the fucking wave
Nigga, I can go designer or go D-boy, pop out hood baby
Dickie suit with the Nikes on, two fifty in the Styrofoam
Pull some shit out a shoebox, so grown, have a whole mind gone
Plain Rollie another time zone, this that, “Sir, yes, sir”
When you sippin’ real drank, sometimes your words get slurred
Carti’ got my vision blurred
Ballin’, step back shoot like Curry
Like that, bitch, hang up my jersey
Icy, bitch, my wrist McFlurry

Don’t ask me where I’m at and don’t text back, gon’ have me worried
Nigga pulled up and slowed down and I upped my .30
I ain’t see 12, they told me drop my gun and I jumped the curb
I ran they ass all way to Whalen, all right by 3rd
And on my kids, all this shit facts, I ain’t making no words
You seen Yay come through in that ‘Cat, all making a serve
Probably on the next street, yo’ bitch wanna neck me
High top Ricks cost seventeen, these kicks high like Jet Lee
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Big Yavo – Spoon Fed ( Lyrics ) Letra Big Yavo Big Yavo – Spoon Fed ( Lyrics )
These niggas spoon-fed
Niggas ain’t have to go through this
Niggas ain’t have to go through that
Niggas ain’t have to flip no pack
These niggas spoon-fed
Niggas ain’t have to clutch no gat
Niggas ain’t have to watch they bat
Niggas ain’t street
That shit be cap

These niggas spoon-fed
I thought the goal was to get out
I thought when you know something that nobody else don’t
You close your mouth
These nigga talk too much
They show they flaw too much
Niggas show out too much
Don’t want your love
I bought too much

Get in my thoughts too much
Right when I do start pouring up
They was happy when I went down
But got I mad when I start going
Cause I’m up that I don’t go through stuff
Shit I go through it tough
And when I do it don’t be nobody to pick me up

Cause you won’t never know
I never let it show
Sometime it hurt more than you hold on
So let it go man
Man hit that Webb flow
Or hit that boosie shit
The rat hog gonna get a drop up needle boogie bitch

Oh you want your purse?
You must can do a dick
Grab that j
I make it same cause did that new edition
Little brother I screws miss so my shoes Christian
These nigga lane
They all the same
But this dude different

I’m not too friendly cause then rules stitching
She want to take her trip to Miami to get her boobs bigger
She want to pay nigga
I’m gonna turn ‘em out to a babysitter
D young nigga moves so weird
Who the fuck raised you niggas?

These niggas spoon-fed
Niggas ain’t have to go through this
Niggas ain’t have to go through that
Niggas ain’t have to flip no pack
These niggas spoon-fed
Niggas ain’t have to clutch no gat
Niggas ain’t have to watch they bat
Niggas ain’t street
That shit be cap

These niggas spoon-fed
I thought the goal was to get out
I thought when you know something that nobody else don’t
You close your mouth
These nigga talk too much
They show they flaw too much
Niggas show out too much
Don’t want your love
I bought too much

She bought my music and he beat her
But Imma boss her up
Niggas won’t never reach they goal
Cuz that shit cost too much
Start investing in yourself like fuck everybody else
Cause if you wasn’t in to spot you in, would they still beat there?

Man fuck no
So if you ain’t right with me, scoot the fuck over
Don’t ask me for no favor, don’t call my phone. It ain’t bout Buckos
Down the fucking train
That where my trust gone
Came up off that bullshit
Everywhere I go I get my clutch on
I’m paranoid

Watch that bro
Not fast for it
Munyan and I got cat growing
I’m a grown man, nigga Lil boy
Hop the hellcat
Dripping fear of God
BK been here way since kindergarten
Skipping class
Straight ten four through
Come through SRT straight screeching lanes
Back in school They were keeping names

These niggas spoon-fed
Niggas ain’t have to go through this
Niggas ain’t have to go through that
Niggas ain’t have to flip no pack
These niggas spoon-fed
Niggas ain’t have to clutch no gat
Niggas ain’t have to watch they bat
Niggas ain’t street
That shit be cap

These niggas spoon-fed
I thought the goal was to get out
I thought when you know something that nobody else don’t
You close your mouth
These nigga talk too much
They show they flaw too much
Niggas show out too much
Don’t want your love
I bought too much

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Big Yavo – Plot ( Lyrics ) Letra Big Yavo Big Yavo – Plot ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Enormous pussy

Go

SRT, hit the gas and it squat bitch
Gotta watch for these niggas they plotting
Keep my heat went up on top like I’m boxing
Big ass chick that I knew off the lot
Foreign bitch attitude like Jocelyn
Bad bitch and she swipe kinda foxy
Like old times, I just hit the jail few rockets
Chocolate bitch she ain’t shit, call her Tasha

My folks slap trap got airing like Prada
But bay know I like to ball like Kiyu
No your man don’t got money but I do
Save her name Ray Lewis, she 5’2
Coco bitch kinda old but her vibe new
Why I can’t chef I can’t chef up this ma dukes
100 dick got her singing like Badu
No nigga 12 pull up like ja do

We got loud, everybody got za fool
I’ll let it rock shake like I’m Ja Rule
Box heavy, Ashanti no 4Gs
I bought shawty a bag she gorgeous
Sike I’m lying, her man can’t afford it
Can’t lay up, I’m tryna make Forbes
Celine first how bout looking like Norbit
No represha we strong like Hercules

Bitch I go balance see me like terkni
Is you deaf? How the fuck you ain’t hear me?
Wake up wrist in the pot just like Jimmy Dean
She walk past me now I’m on the bitch TV screen
Fly to A I can show you a few things
Tell the plug to pull a few strings
All black shawty sit in them blue jeans
You used to tube but not no more
I don’t go green

Whock, yellow, quay and I sip tris
Double coffee cup
Bitch at the morning and I sip grits
If he go broke he gon throw a bitch fit
I took a big loss
1 in the morning I was back rich

LeBron the bull shit
Got them switching them black kicks
Tryna walk down on shit like a bad back
Rich will get smack make a fuck nigga back back
Ayo they want Yavo up, bitch the map bring the swag back

He a goofy I sold him a swag bag
Shot at his bitch and went long
She ain’t clap back
If he tell we pull up he a rat tat
Any rap make her shake her little lat tat
When I pop out the mystery van just like Shaggy
Catch an oblique beat his ass like Zay 10
Little white boy pull up shooting like Klay T
Shawty pulled out her pussy and told me to play with it

SRT, hit the gas and it squat bitch
Gotta watch for these niggas they plotting
Keep my heat went up on top like I’m boxing
Big ass chick that I knew off the lot
Foreign bitch attitude like Jocelyn
Bad bitch and she swipe kinda foxy
Like old times, I just hit the jail few rockets
Chocolate bitch she ain’t shit, call her Tasha

My folks slap trap got airing like Prada
But bay know I like to ball like Kiyu
No your man don’t got money but I do
Save her name Ray Lewis, she 5’2
Coco bitch kinda old but her vibe new
Why I can’t chef I can’t chef up this ma dukes
100 dick got her singing like Badu
No nigga 12 pull up like ja do

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Big Yavo – 30 Bars ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Big Yavo Big Yavo – 30 Bars ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Let’s go, It’s easy to hop on beat and just go crazy
That war on rocking it’s waving no shopping at savers
I get like Curry show please don’t play or I’mma Klay ya
I pocket chunk here Slim like Shady
Hey, I pick the pack up a hop on the slap, turn on ways
I’m talking Johnny but free all the guys that’s in cages
I know how to make munyan a whole lot of ways
Yeah how you get all of that munyan in the whole

Nigga make one play just like a goalie
We all in the backstreet cuz this right here a stolen
Uncle Elroy ass take him for his Rollie
Aye I’m from the bottom, the top where I’m gone
Aye I had to put down the green
Cuz that shit have you snoring
Throwing up purple got blue in my garment
He don’t want his hoe to come watch my performance
Cause nine times out at 10 she gon leave the club and join us

Ain’t talking Barry cuz these niggas informants
I was getting money while you was watching Barney
She said I’m soft cause I’m rocking this morning
Not no more, I’m hard, I’m horny (Let’s go)

Sip that humid then put on a show
Nigga play I’mma go do a joss
Why you laughing I didn’t crack a joke
No more Hollister baby this a Dior coat

I like how she gag and she choke
Make her laugh and get in her draws
Drac make him run faster than Usain Bolt
No days it be double G loafs
Speaking loaf, I get to the bread
I show her these racks
She gon give me head
Everyday it be somebody dead
I wake up and thank God it’s not me
Thick ass horse she ride me like a jockey
Balboa bitch my jewelry rocky
Keep a stick you would think I play hockey
Nigga play set it off like I’m Laytefa

Aye I pour up this tres and roll reefa
Trap good think I might need a goal deeper
Bruh a bitch, what the fuck he told people?
I’m the one like I throw the ball for the eagles
You can think different but I know I’m having money
You got some player coming like you take something from me
No nigga put me on front do I look like a onesie?
I’m the shit just accept it you can’t flex or plunge me

If you start winning then we just gon jump in
I ain’t talking Johnson, my Carters bumpy
Aye I talk this shit like bumbee
Can’t trust a nigga far as you can see
ABC no liquor wonk that’s my beverage
Bring me the shit and I bet I can sell it
Throw me in the jungle and come out with (What?)
I might come out with a baddest beheaded

Bitch I’m a AK none containing me
BA get fly as a air plane seat
Aye I’m rocking PJs on a Pj
Just did a show count the racks on the freeway
Got some boys in the block like days
Still will serve you like Dray
Always got deals like eBay
Shawty go up and down like see-saw
Wide body got a horse say yeehaw
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Big Yavo – Yay Back ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Big Yavo Big Yavo – Yay Back ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Gang, let′s go (Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
For sure
Get too close, I’ma blow

Ayy, every day gotta wake up and go get it (Go)
Too much pape′, stacked jeans, no more skinny’s (No more)
Drop the deuce, my drank darker than Flo Milli (Wock’)
They say, “Bruh, drop the diss”, I′m like, “Oh really?” (Huh)
Niggas claiming they player, I need more pictures (Need some more)
Having drip, walk behind me, you start snitching (I′m having that drip)
I just served a couple of P’s
I′ma cow, but a M shawty know I’m a MAC
They wanted him, so Big Yavo is back

Pull up in Jaguar, play with her cat (Skrrt-skrrt)
I′m not that killer, don’t label me that (Don′t do that)
I’m just gon’ yeah if you play with me, friend (Yeah)
Got that glock on my hip every place that I′m at
Got this shit by myself, no one front me a pack (No one)
Hold on (Hold on)
Matter of fact, one nigga front of the pack (Just one)

It was Paco at that, but ask him, I brought it back (Ask him)
Bring this shit back and it wasn′t even a day (Brought it back)
Go ask yo’ bitch, boy, Yaven don′t play, yeah (No yap)
I got this shit by myself (For sure)
Even when Granny, TT, my mommy ain’t help
Can′t forget Papa, Roro Jamal
I had the shout out my team (I had the shout out my team
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