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Big Yavo – Cabbage Patch Lyrics

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Dang no lie

Ni***s ain’t street he a doll like cabbage patch

Stick in the front not the back (uh)

This shot gun got a pump like asthma attack

Big yay going broke yeah imagine that yeah

I can’t Matter of fact

Same shit you call racks

I fuck her off the sacks

Same bitch no hair this facts

Might just start selling calico

We having wax say we having body’s

(say what)

Who shay what we having body’s say a like

Cyrus we having Miley

Better Keep quiet if you hear the sirens

How you gone cuff if she having mileage

I’ma tire her ni*** drive yo a hoe crazy

Yeah you get rich gone trap me out maybe serving this white loose whip like slavery

Country ass hoe she thick like gravy

Should’ve know play for a

Ni*** like safety I’m tryna dunk on a op like JD

Serve a three five in the thunder like KD

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Still the same

Ni*** this money can’t make me he need to get off yo ass lil ni*** you lazy

Say ’m tryna make me big while thuggin in DA they think I signed to baby lil baby be having paper like pages already know you lil ni***s fugazy just took the dick out the glizzy and put in a tittie just turned the Glock to a lady I beat the pot till it lock up on saftey sippin this syrup this wok like maple trap going crazy might need a pager phone keep ringing I might just engage her like how the

Glock fit like it’s tailored don’t drop them boxes in front of the neighbors

She say that ’m toxic lick on her naval

Won’t play about her won’t play about my big gun put a hole in his ass like a bagel

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Don’t spray no other bitch if it ain’t her where the love at think there ain’t none ain’t got no heart my shit turnt off

But she say i smash she turn on brand new Glock this shit here hold month a long don’t known for them bags we deliver digiorno fuck her best friend ima sell this shit front row Tell my lil potna to cool off because he hot

My jewelry froze she look like a beat box

So many colors my jeweler a peacock if you selling input them boys on yo ass like some

Levi’s Ni***s ain’t street he a doll like cabbage patch

Stick in the front not the back (uh)

This shot gun got a pump like asthma attack

Big yay going broke yeah imagine that yeah

I can’t Matter of fact

same shit you call racks

I fuck her off the sacks

Same bitch no hair this facts

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Might just start selling calico

We having wax say we having body’s

(say what)

Who shay what we having body’s say a like

Cyrus we having Miley

Better Keep quiet if you hear the sirens

How you gone cuff if she having mileage

I’ma tire her ni*** drive yo a hoe crazy yeah you get rich gone trap me out

Maybe serving this white loose whip like slavery

(whip like slavery)

Shit getting crazy


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