88 Bigzby - Roster (feat. Yomark) Lyrics

I got 700 bitches in my roster
Used to call me big boss
Always kept the shades on my body, rick ross
Only rocking chains on my body big dog
So you probably know I'm never playin' on em lift off
I can never f*ck a ugly bitch it made my dick soft
If there was a channel for them bitches click off
If her pussy stanking I ain't f*cking get washed
Already told you I ain't f*cking with you get lost

Seen a shorty at the spot, look like we going shopping
Seen a fine mixed jawn, number 'bouta drop
Told her I been drinking so I'm kinda out of pocket
Took her to the crib, I laid her down, and told her drop it, drop it
Drop them pants
You ain't got to worry you aint got no man
I ain't tryna date, "can we talk?", no chance
Kinda in a hurry I don't want romance
Shorty already know what the f*ck I'm 'bout
Bet she got feelings for the nigga no doubt
Know she tryna f*ck she ain't wearing no belt
We ain't 'bouta wait bitch we f*cking right now
Turn the TV off and lay her over on the couch
Know she gon' tell her friend about it, big mouth
Said her bestie told her I'm a hoe, oh well
Tell your bestfriend James said "go to hell" (Go to hell bitch)
Silly bitch not built
Hit me up f*ck her and the pussy getting killed
She prefer the butt more than pussy "bitch eww"
Only f*ck with pussy bald cut, little bill
What's with all the moving, get grip, sit still
You'll know when I'm finished when your body get chills
Hit it while I'm all up in your stomach, "how it feel?"
Told you that I'm not about to leave you but I will
Shorty know she like it when I hit it right there
Never met a shorty that was with it I swear
Yeah I know I'm kinda different with it I'm aware
Thick jawn feel her getting thicker in the air
Got a big jawn, had to take a picture in the air
Gripping on my chain while I'm gripping on her hair
If you wasn't tryna take this dick then why you here
If you wasn't tryna make a kid then why you here

700 bitches in my roster
Used to call me big boss
Always kept the shades on my body, rick ross
Only rocking chains on my body big dog
So you probably know I'm never playin' on em lift off
I can never f*ck a ugly bitch it made my dick soft
If there was a channel for them bitches click off
If her pussy stanking I ain't f*cking get washed
Already told you I ain't f*cking with you get lost

I be looking way to good 'cause you know a nigga got them Benjamin's, yeah
Givenchy, on my white tee, I'm flexing 'cause I can, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two .23's, you cannot see, I'm aiming hide your mans, yeah
Scottie P, I shoot the 3, I'm stunting for the gram, yeah
Let's go and see
If you say you really be
In these streets way more than me
I'm way too clean can't compete
I don't f*ck with niggas like I used to (Aye)
And I know these niggas ain't f*cking with me
I might cop a blicky if I need to (Aye)
And if you got a problem come link let's meet
I just caught your shorty tryna link me, uh
I just f*cked her good feeling frisky (Frisky)
Can't believe a nigga tried to lick me, uh
A nigga all white rice krispy, uh
Listen to your bitch tryna kiss me, uh
Left you on seen 'cause she miss me, uh
Nigga told me that he gonna pull up, waiting for nigga right here on my block
I don't f*ck with you unless you got them bands
If you don't I'ma throw you in the trash, them cans
Swear to god you don't want to catch them hands
Hit your boy send your homies to reattach they mans
Smoke him out in a zip to relax they mans
F*cked his bitch same night she ain't jack they mans
Wasn't f*cking with a nigga she done tracked they mans
Set it up she the reason I attacked they mans, yeah

Roster
Used to call me big boss
Always kept the shades on my body, rick ross
Only rocking chains on my body big dog
So you probably know I'm never playin' on em lift off
I can never f*ck a ugly bitch it made my dick soft
If there was a channel for them bitches click off
If her pussy stanking I ain't f*cking get washed
Already told you I ain't f*cking with you get lost