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bigger poe - tyler the eater lyrics

[intro: tyler, the eater]
welcome
number one, mouth movement (yummy)
no sitting still (eat, bro)
number two (hahahaha), only speak in glory (yeah)
leave your diets at home (none of that healthy sh*t)
number three (big back), don’t tap the plate
roked, roked, roked l’elohim
roked, roked, roked m’elohim
[verse 1: tyler, the eater]
gulp this sh*t down, turn this sh*t up
i don’t do greens, i don’t give f*cks
you on my plate, n*gga, get up
wipe your mouth off while i l!ck the cup, huh
i’m a sick pup, boy, i’m nasty
eat the whole pie in the back of the backseat
yellow b*tter, dark crust, i’m taxi
you can run all you want, big back, you can’t catch me
[chorus: tyler, the eater]
big back, huh, n*gga (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, n*gga (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, n*gga, b*tch (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, thick (ayy)
[verse 2: tyler, the eater]
i hate small portions, on my mama
i likе double stacks like my mama
i like triplе cheese like my daddy
you ain’t like that line? not my problem
i’m on the couch, tryna stuff my lip off
switch off, sit on my plate, gimme more sauce
the lid off, that’s not a small fry, take that kit off
right now, i’m mario, pipe down (extra cheese)
[chorus: tyler, the eater]
baby, i’m big back, huh, n*gga (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, n*gga (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, n*gga, b*tch (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, thick (ayy)
[verse 3: friell williams]
mm, i’m in paris, where it rains croissants
married to the game, forty sauces on the wings
and what you order, you can’t compare to my wings
told my ’countant hurry up with the feast
g700 pizzas or the global 8000 wings
those are extended with the miles in
virginia, florida, france is the housing
i got a bunch of snacks, they are dialed in
[chorus: tyler, the eater]
big back, huh, n*gga (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, n*gga (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, n*gga, b*tch (ayy)
i’m big back, huh, thick (ayy)
[verse 4: tyler, the eater]
no snacks now, this a dead spot (huh, huh)
you sneak veggies in, get your hands chopped (huh, huh)
you skinny as f*ck, n*gga, i said stop (huh, huh)
i don’t trust salads with no dressing
big dog ball over here, sandlot
i’m swimmin’ in the grease, i’m a ham hock (bro)
i’ll get the metal ringin’ like a can top, pop
[bridge: busta cherry]
don’t this sh*t make a big back wanna (eat, eat)
don’t this sh*t make a big back wanna (eat, eat)
don’t this sh*t make a big back wanna (eat, eat)
don’t this sh*t make a big back wanna (eat, eat)
don’t this sh*t make a big back wanna (eat, eat)
(eat, eat)
(eat, eat)
(eat, eat)
[verse 5: friell williams & tyler, the eater]
and they got plates that want poundin’
skinny n*ggas, broke n*ggas, shouldn’t allow ‘em
the portions most brilliant when they’re rounded
you n*ggas don’t talk to your stomach (ayy)
hoppin’ out of drive*thrus clownin’ (ayy)
you ain’t with the calories flyin’? get down then (ayy)
they ain’t tell you ’bout this drip? n*gga, drown then (ayy)
oh, what, you wanna get loud then?
huh, f*ck around and get found then
i like crewnecks, hoodies, and stretchy chinos
a mouth full of rocks like dino (chicken nuggets)
yellow fries, ask the spot, n*gga, he know
[outro]
roked, roked, roked l’elohim (n*gga, he know, n*gga, he know)
roked, roked, roked m’elohim (n*gga, he know, n*gga, he know)
roked, roked, roked l’elohim
roked, roked, roked m’elohim

- tyler the eater lyrics

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