Artist: Big Sean Album: Finally Famous Vol. 3: BIG Song: Supa Dupa Lemonade Freestyle Typed by: AZ Lyrics D-Town westside, Yea I said it westside But they yellin Big so much, You would thought it's bedstie You are now fuckin with the newest nigga best out Gon' and roll that weed nigga (Why) Cuhz I'm stressed out L.B checked out, Bad bitch chest out (them titties) No wonder why misses right just keeps on gettin left out Oh well that's everything I'm not concernin (fuck it) I'm on the top floor gettin brains, Higher learnin Gettin higher earnins and my desires yearnin Runnin through that paper (What) like my Attourney 100 blunts rolled, You can smell the fire burnin I'm in the fast lane, You can smell my tires burnin Exercise, Flex on guys, Model chick Sex on thighs, bubble eyed lexus drive, I might let Alexis drive Jesus chain, testify, I over Accessorize Test her out na she gon need a stretcher when I stretch her out When it's time to speak man all of ya'll listen, When you up in the party Man why is all the broads missin, And I just drop lines Like a nigga goin fishin, Man and I be on them posters like a nigga gon missin And I spit (Scratch) that retarded shit, Just call it autism And I'm so hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition For me, Cut-Cut, (yuh) movie time cut, Look I'm a dick her dooowwwnnn, You gon Pick her up Yup And I'm unusual as shit, I am superbad yo girl prolly Doodlin my dick, And it's a couple screws up in my head that Could use a fuckin wrench, and I'm jus lookin at the game like they can use A fuckin bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters, She gon Make me cum, but I bet that money come faster, Kanye first Then I'm comin after, and louieVaton shoes hoe Dawns and the jaspers, Who, her, I ran through her walls Made her scream and disapear, But hell naw my name is not casper Boy, What the fuck these rappers sound like, Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites First whip Garbo, Second whip Largo, Don't Worry bout my niggas they're good, Marshall Bank account got me feelin well, Fargo Ballin 'till I get a millicicc, Darco I just give em line afta line, afta line Afta line, afta line, Bar codes They lookin for my work, Narco, Cuhz I just blackout in the booth Charcoal, Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 bitches, The seeds finna blow I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don't act like you don't nigga I put that green up like missle toe nigga Yeah I do it D-Town, G.O.O.D. Music Nigga