Big Tuck – T.u.c.k. lyrics

It's da big t you c k
Chew on mikes like a mike buffet
Album drop soon cop da ho soon
Sippin hypnotiq in a purple lagoon
French made house wit a damn noon room
Yellaz down stairs wit cat costumes
Can we fuck? Yeah braided up hair
Call my teeth a witch when you see it it's a glair
Spreewells turn like a ride at tha fair
Pull out ya camera 'cause it's better then a stair
Comin down swangin dippin on blades when my car park it's an arcade niggas aint ready ready for da tuck act like bird bitch ya betta duck send a nigga to me he betta be buffed up 'cause da uppercut gone rush his ass up top of tha line witcha I can't complin rather be a sella ratha then a client get on ya ass like a un tamed lion call my gun a stove niggas be fryin. Back on da sweet back on da beat I aint big headed 'cause I'm back on da streets what you doin now I already don did master da arts of splittin wiggs....

Pick up dat album fareal... Big tuck.. Sksss sksss skssss

Meet me at da club rite by d bar peep by star got da syrup and da gar starch down jeans mugs on mean got da bizatine and da ring on gleem it's goin down hipnotic and crown go to da bar buy da club a round ballin like that(that) ballin like this (this) do you want beer or do you want crisp look at ol-yella peepin at me fire up a blunt in da vip hot boi tuck (who) hot boi tuck peanut butta gutts on a buterscotch truck