I enter the ring like a freestyle
Everyone now sayin' he wild
It's the black Latino kid. All the nerds be saying "Bro, he miles"
Hop on the track and you know imma kill it
Mom don't understand. I'm too fast, she can't hear it
She think I be scrambled like eggs on a skillet
But I'm the best a man can get like I'm Gillette
Not like I'm Penn, but you make sure to Teller
No matter what they say, I can't be fooled either
You can not touch me, I'm all by myself sir
I dare you to pick me up like I am Mjolnir
I be Chilling with the curls out
Making dough like a girl scout
Alright, alright, okay, I quit. (Aw) You know I'm loving me (What?)
Just let my stinger loose, like I'm a dyin' bee
But I'm back to winning
Back to rip it
Back to fix it
Back after what just happened
Gotta pick it up and gotta go all in again to prove that I can keep rapping
How you sleep on me like (Ha shoo)
Cuz I'm off the wall but you ask (Who?)
It's the return of the Villain
Cooking up heat, y'all catch me in the kitchen
While everyone was on a mission
We seemed to be the ones that was missing
Look into my lense and you will see the vision
We a couple of dogs in a room full of kittens
But until the day that I'm gone, Imma make sure this color has a new definition
Jotting down some random stuff on my rap sheet
Seemed for a while that we took the back seat
Can't even try to come against me
Because that would be to big of defeat
Music other than mine, they callin' it neat
R 3 D, they be callin' it heat (Fire)
But we've been waitin' for Thanksgiving and it's my turn to eat
Had to put rap on the back burners
But I turned on the gas and I'm back, purgin'
Every verse, every beat, every track, certain
When I turn on the heat it's a mass murder
Way I'm killing these flows
Word on the street that it's our turn to eat
So we ready to blow, food is hot
But our bars is so cold
Moving rocks
Boutta turn up the stove
Been waiting patient, but I'm hungry, G
Can't name a single rapper not under me
In this game, got stripes, I'm bumblebee
And I'm making big buzz, boy, come and see
I'mma beast, come for necks like a guillotine
Ice teeth, run checks like a nike meet
I'mma eat, stuff the turkey with a hunnid Gs
Big cheese, bring the mac if you lackin heat
And the world gives thanks to God for giftin me
Large pearls, big bank deposits, issa feast (Yah Yah)
Beat up the beat like it's made for me (Huh)
Know I'm that guy that y'all pay to be, painlessly
Quick with the hands, ain't no fading me (Huh)
I'm not the bread, ain't no breaking me
Taking beats, I just make 'em a masterpiece
Actual facts, ain't no rapper thats after me
That ever gon assemble a hint of a legacy
Half as great as anything that we'll ever be
Getting bank, if you whack please don't mention me
Red and me, fresh to death, we the centerpiece
Readily, eating these rappers, they dead to me
Heavenly, I see the light, so you better flee
But we win the race, stacking stuffin and cheese
And we giving thanks cause we ready to feast
I was still hungry after my nibble
I'm fierce with my rhymes, when I write, they like scribbles
Walk onto my court and you can't even dribble?
But I'm crazy for this game like Cat, on Bibble
Keep writin' down all your concepts and comments even though, we all know, its nonsense
Y'all start with some money, but I'm from less
I'm not gonna stop, 'til I win the contest
I scare all y'all, makes all sense
I'm a monster, call me Loch Ness
You can try to approach me, but don't you dare take the wrong step
I'm hot like tea, take a long sip
I'm hard like dreads, take a long strip
Grab a bite of my Payday, get out my way, go on a vaca, have a long trip
You think you funny huh?
What's the name of your song?
Going la-da-di-dum
What's the name of your song?
I'm R3D, you must be pink, going mahna mahna
It's a game that we play, but you not winning bruh
I be sweating when I rhyme, Under Armour raps
Don't even got a money throne, I need some larger stacks
And I can tell by your sound you use BIG R3D starter packs
But y'all ain't enough to fill me up. Where my charger at?
BIG R3D - Thanksgiving (feat. Lil BigBoi) Lyrics
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I enter the ring like a freestyle
Everyone now sayin' he wild
It's the black Latino kid. All the nerds be saying "Bro, he miles"
Hop on the track and you know imma kill it
Mom don't understand. I'm too fast, she can't hear it
She think I be scrambled like eggs on a skillet
But I'm the best a man can get like I'm Gillette
Not like I'm Penn, but you make sure to Teller
No matter what they say, I can't be fooled either
You can not touch me, I'm all by myself sir
I dare you to pick me up like I am Mjolnir
I be Chilling with the curls out
Making dough like a girl scout
Alright, alright, okay, I quit. (Aw) You know I'm loving me (What?)
Just let my stinger loose, like I'm a dyin' bee
But I'm back to winning
Back to rip it
Back to fix it
Back after what just happened
Gotta pick it up and gotta go all in again to prove that I can keep rapping
How you sleep on me like (Ha shoo)
Cuz I'm off the wall but you ask (Who?)
It's the return of the Villain
Cooking up heat, y'all catch me in the kitchen
While everyone was on a mission
We seemed to be the ones that was missing
Look into my lense and you will see the vision
We a couple of dogs in a room full of kittens
But until the day that I'm gone, Imma make sure this color has a new definition
Jotting down some random stuff on my rap sheet
Seemed for a while that we took the back seat
Can't even try to come against me
Because that would be to big of defeat
Music other than mine, they callin' it neat
R 3 D, they be callin' it heat (Fire)
But we've been waitin' for Thanksgiving and it's my turn to eat
Had to put rap on the back burners
But I turned on the gas and I'm back, purgin'
Every verse, every beat, every track, certain
When I turn on the heat it's a mass murder
Way I'm killing these flows
Word on the street that it's our turn to eat
So we ready to blow, food is hot
But our bars is so cold
Moving rocks
Boutta turn up the stove
Been waiting patient, but I'm hungry, G
Can't name a single rapper not under me
In this game, got stripes, I'm bumblebee
And I'm making big buzz, boy, come and see
I'mma beast, come for necks like a guillotine
Ice teeth, run checks like a nike meet
I'mma eat, stuff the turkey with a hunnid Gs
Big cheese, bring the mac if you lackin heat
And the world gives thanks to God for giftin me
Large pearls, big bank deposits, issa feast (Yah Yah)
Beat up the beat like it's made for me (Huh)
Know I'm that guy that y'all pay to be, painlessly
Quick with the hands, ain't no fading me (Huh)
I'm not the bread, ain't no breaking me
Taking beats, I just make 'em a masterpiece
Actual facts, ain't no rapper thats after me
That ever gon assemble a hint of a legacy
Half as great as anything that we'll ever be
Getting bank, if you whack please don't mention me
Red and me, fresh to death, we the centerpiece
Readily, eating these rappers, they dead to me
Heavenly, I see the light, so you better flee
But we win the race, stacking stuffin and cheese
And we giving thanks cause we ready to feast
I was still hungry after my nibble
I'm fierce with my rhymes, when I write, they like scribbles
Walk onto my court and you can't even dribble?
But I'm crazy for this game like Cat, on Bibble
Keep writin' down all your concepts and comments even though, we all know, its nonsense
Y'all start with some money, but I'm from less
I'm not gonna stop, 'til I win the contest
I scare all y'all, makes all sense
I'm a monster, call me Loch Ness
You can try to approach me, but don't you dare take the wrong step
I'm hot like tea, take a long sip
I'm hard like dreads, take a long strip
Grab a bite of my Payday, get out my way, go on a vaca, have a long trip
You think you funny huh?
What's the name of your song?
Going la-da-di-dum
What's the name of your song?
I'm R3D, you must be pink, going mahna mahna
It's a game that we play, but you not winning bruh
I be sweating when I rhyme, Under Armour raps
Don't even got a money throne, I need some larger stacks
And I can tell by your sound you use BIG R3D starter packs
But y'all ain't enough to fill me up. Where my charger at?
Everyone now sayin' he wild
It's the black Latino kid. All the nerds be saying "Bro, he miles"
Hop on the track and you know imma kill it
Mom don't understand. I'm too fast, she can't hear it
She think I be scrambled like eggs on a skillet
But I'm the best a man can get like I'm Gillette
Not like I'm Penn, but you make sure to Teller
No matter what they say, I can't be fooled either
You can not touch me, I'm all by myself sir
I dare you to pick me up like I am Mjolnir
I be Chilling with the curls out
Making dough like a girl scout
Alright, alright, okay, I quit. (Aw) You know I'm loving me (What?)
Just let my stinger loose, like I'm a dyin' bee
But I'm back to winning
Back to rip it
Back to fix it
Back after what just happened
Gotta pick it up and gotta go all in again to prove that I can keep rapping
How you sleep on me like (Ha shoo)
Cuz I'm off the wall but you ask (Who?)
It's the return of the Villain
Cooking up heat, y'all catch me in the kitchen
While everyone was on a mission
We seemed to be the ones that was missing
Look into my lense and you will see the vision
We a couple of dogs in a room full of kittens
But until the day that I'm gone, Imma make sure this color has a new definition
Jotting down some random stuff on my rap sheet
Seemed for a while that we took the back seat
Can't even try to come against me
Because that would be to big of defeat
Music other than mine, they callin' it neat
R 3 D, they be callin' it heat (Fire)
But we've been waitin' for Thanksgiving and it's my turn to eat
Had to put rap on the back burners
But I turned on the gas and I'm back, purgin'
Every verse, every beat, every track, certain
When I turn on the heat it's a mass murder
Way I'm killing these flows
Word on the street that it's our turn to eat
So we ready to blow, food is hot
But our bars is so cold
Moving rocks
Boutta turn up the stove
Been waiting patient, but I'm hungry, G
Can't name a single rapper not under me
In this game, got stripes, I'm bumblebee
And I'm making big buzz, boy, come and see
I'mma beast, come for necks like a guillotine
Ice teeth, run checks like a nike meet
I'mma eat, stuff the turkey with a hunnid Gs
Big cheese, bring the mac if you lackin heat
And the world gives thanks to God for giftin me
Large pearls, big bank deposits, issa feast (Yah Yah)
Beat up the beat like it's made for me (Huh)
Know I'm that guy that y'all pay to be, painlessly
Quick with the hands, ain't no fading me (Huh)
I'm not the bread, ain't no breaking me
Taking beats, I just make 'em a masterpiece
Actual facts, ain't no rapper thats after me
That ever gon assemble a hint of a legacy
Half as great as anything that we'll ever be
Getting bank, if you whack please don't mention me
Red and me, fresh to death, we the centerpiece
Readily, eating these rappers, they dead to me
Heavenly, I see the light, so you better flee
But we win the race, stacking stuffin and cheese
And we giving thanks cause we ready to feast
I was still hungry after my nibble
I'm fierce with my rhymes, when I write, they like scribbles
Walk onto my court and you can't even dribble?
But I'm crazy for this game like Cat, on Bibble
Keep writin' down all your concepts and comments even though, we all know, its nonsense
Y'all start with some money, but I'm from less
I'm not gonna stop, 'til I win the contest
I scare all y'all, makes all sense
I'm a monster, call me Loch Ness
You can try to approach me, but don't you dare take the wrong step
I'm hot like tea, take a long sip
I'm hard like dreads, take a long strip
Grab a bite of my Payday, get out my way, go on a vaca, have a long trip
You think you funny huh?
What's the name of your song?
Going la-da-di-dum
What's the name of your song?
I'm R3D, you must be pink, going mahna mahna
It's a game that we play, but you not winning bruh
I be sweating when I rhyme, Under Armour raps
Don't even got a money throne, I need some larger stacks
And I can tell by your sound you use BIG R3D starter packs
But y'all ain't enough to fill me up. Where my charger at?
Writer: Daniel Labram, Marquett Ferrell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid