Haystack – Big Lyrics

You got 3 kinds of bitches on the market man, check it out, ah

You got the good girl tryin’ to preserve the pussy

in hopes that one day she’ll find a trick willin’

to hold her down for the rest of her life.

You got the ho tryin’ to maintain the pussy

‘cause that’s the bitch’s wellbein’ and how she stay afloat.

Then you got the freak givin’ out the pussy out of both pant legs

fuckin’ up the game for everybody.

You need a cardinal payer, fake titty endorser,

marry a millionaire, turn around and divorce her

I know your type, dis me my whole life,

got some money on the mike now these fine ho’s like, “heeey”

But I done peeped your little game out ‘fore you even opened your mouth,

open your mouth was the worst mistake you made tonight

You had a good hand you just didn’t play the shit right

Lines like, “Don’t you rap?” “Didn’t I see you at a show?”

Are like carrin’ a sign says’ “Hello, I’m a ho”

Look, it’s not all about looks

I’m a big motha fucka and even if you can cook

Your, wastin’ time, stop, smile

Walk away while I can still respect your style

Bitch say, “Haystak a straight up dick”

Ah bitch you’re just mad ‘cause I aint no trick

Girl you got a big ass

Big tits

Big problems

Gonin’ through some big shit

Big

Big dreams, big plans

For all that, you’re gonna need a big man

But I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man (uh, uh)

You got the game fucked up

You think I’m gonna be a sponsor

Contribute to that trickin’

I see how you livin’

One man’s Libby and the next man’s B bitch

Once had crabs made more then one man sea sick

Ya’ll ho’s need a motha fuckin’ bar code

Doin’ all that fuckin’ and ya’ll broke

You need to guidance in your life

Pimpin’ in your routine

Quit all that free agency

Sign with a winnin’ team

You lucky I got a job

I’d break yo punk ass

Feet swolle’ up

Bitch betta have my cash

No sleep baby, better get more bucks

You got me fucked up

What, you think I’m daddy Warbucks?

These dude’s bad for the game

Like too much cut

Spendin’ all that money on a 2 buck slut

Wish I would, I tell a bitch what’s what

I’m the game runner here

Yeah ho, hut hut!

Girl you got a big ass

Big tits

Big problems

Gonin’ through some big shit

Big

Big dreams, big plans

For all that, you’re gonna need a big man

But I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man (uh, uh)

I see the tricks in the club

With the dime pieces

They bought ‘em and fixed them up

Like old Caprices

You dealt with them titties like wheels son

The ones on her were too small

You went and got her bigger ones

I feel ya, if that’s what you’re about

I like to get shit new when it first come out

Everybody really though trick cop to shit

The problem is you don’t know when to swap the bitch

Me, I like ‘em as is, titties and asses, 72 classes, yeah

Talk about bitches like Chevrolets

I’m into different shit that you don’t see everyday

I love, late, like Kool Moe Dee

But like Pac said bitch, M.O.B.

They say, “Stak, he just another woman hating man”

I dig women but it’s the fuckin’ ho’s I can’t stand

Girl you got a big ass

Big tits

Big problems

Gonin’ through some big shit

BIG

Big dreams, big plans

For all that, you’re gonna need a big man

But I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man, but I aint him

Girl you need a big man (uh, uh)