DA BUTTA

Ha ha, Yeah, mic check, mic- mic- mic- mic- mic Big Willie baby Big Willie baby Aight, naw that good, yo Here come the butta baby I bring it smoove and hot Here come the butta baby Bringin it smoove and hot Here come the butta baby I bring it smoove and hot What, what, what, what Here come the butta baby, bringin it smoove and hot Got this dat from K-Gee, singin this groove a lot So I got my spiral notebook, drink and a pen Then abracadabra yawll, done it again Married, but I flirt a little, sikin the ladies In the videos I be bringin it like Mike in the 80's Level of success based on my level of risk You been yellin for a lyricist then remil in this Old school hip hop, a beat and a rhyme Some chapters, some verse, you seek and you find Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno My flame for hip hop burns eternal All aboard on my train to fame Rappers hopin that it rain, tryin to stop the game But rain can't stop me, I got a coat and a crib Aey, look you yellow bricks stop beefin at the wiz Here come the butta baby I bring it smoove and hot Here come the butta baby Bringin it smoove and hot Here come the butta baby I bring it smoove and hot What, what, what, what Lil' Kim yaw'll, what Lil' Kim, Big Will, give a damn how yawll feel Hate, but on the real, Big Will 7 mill If I wasn't on top, and had a lot less endz I'd most likely have a lot friends You know what I learned, let them keep talkin Pull up in the Azora, and watch 'em keep walkin (Kim, haters be makin me wanna flip and react) Na- na- na- na- na, chill Will, let me do that (aight) Huh, I gotta eat, can't get wit broke cats You know the Queen like to be where the money at I'm the mother, yaw'll like adopted in this Call us Mr., and Mrs. Poppadoplis When will yawll learn, ya just interns You gone get what you earn, just wait yaw'll turn I rock telephones wit the TV screens So I can have real phone sex, know what I mean Here come the butta baby I bring it smoove and hot Here come the butta baby Bringin it smoove and hot Here come the butta baby I bring it smoove and hot What, what, what, what It's the fun king, I been doin one thing Runnin things for years, gimmie one swing And it's outta here (crack) over the fence ladies and gents Keepin rappers impressed, but depressed by mu current events (yes lord) Big Will, swingin the best sword, what you flexin for Don't be testin me boy, mess wit me boy Ya sippin on the root of a daisy I'll have ya girl sayin “Will, why you do that to my baby” Yo, what they lookin stupid in the face for, what I can rock one the size of a baseball Trust me, when I copp I make sure mines cut glass Never spend my last like a crack head for the blast Yawll can kiss my ★★★★ actin like you know me You ain't got a rolley, take this one here, you own me All in together now, this lookin better now Brrrr, when she step up in the scene I scream, yawll scream “hail to the queen” Ring on her finger madd fat Leonardo DiCaprio saw it and caught a flashback All you rappers wanna scrap, Jazzy Jeff got my back Lil' Kim bring it back, Lil' Kim press the rack Well, I'm short and sexy, my loves divine My name is QB and I'll blow yo mind wit the When I step up in the spot, body lookin hot All the music just stop