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Big Shot - текст песни

Big Shot

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?

She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot

You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub

She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love

Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone

Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone

And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows

Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own

Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones

Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone

And next weekend you invite her to your home

You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro

She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes

Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys

Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy

Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise

I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie

Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's


She's a big shot. You know your dream girl

She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world

She's a big shot. You thought you could school her

She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor

She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler

She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser

She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind

You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time

Now, what about that popular school kid?

The always have been, always will be cool kid?

The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback

Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs

The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck

Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep

He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle

When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble

He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom

He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone

But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long

Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song (Texts of songs )

He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear

While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror

He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club

Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up

He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool

When he has a party, everyone's invited except you

And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do

He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school


He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet

Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college

He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty

Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey

He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid

Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick

He's a big shot..

My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards

The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker

Than them 'cause they're the masters

I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme

and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse

To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter

He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards

After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter

Art you'll capture finally.

But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him

Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance

To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles

That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks

Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord

Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head

He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically

As it makes a parody of your passion

You tell friends you think he's tight

but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting

'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound

You know what else? Your looking at him right now


I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me

Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me

I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep

But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak

I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody fade me

The only way we can do a song (Texts of songs ) is if somebody pays me

I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props

The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop

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