Bobby Lee The Crooner Big Picture Lyrics


Big Picture by Bobby Lee The Crooner

Hook:
I can see the big picture
And I wanna come with you
Got a friend bring em with you
That busts rhyme that Rah dagga its hot
I was hot a long time ago, some get it fast, I got it slow.
Finesse the game with precision enterprise the movement
Melting pot where I brew it H-Town chop chop screw it.

Verse:
This is H-town in the Summer big tires on a hummer got smoke for the stoners
If she thick I get up on her
V I P in the corner, shopping in the galleria, seen a fly Seniorita
Prospects and margarita's, there she go.
Got my girl and got my drank, we don't care what haters thank, sun is shinning
On the candy paint, and we go together like snoop and dank.
Dank I feeling like a star I feeling like a star.
I be paddling steering handle bars. Hollywood to Spain, we stay in our lane.
Pressure com and go we remain the same. Are you the one I can call my best friend. Hold me down, I will share my dividings. When its real, ride it out til the end, til the end.

Hook:
I can see the big picture
And I wanna come with you
Got a friend bring em with you
That busts rhyme that Rah dagga its hot
I was hot a long time ago, some get it fast, I got it slow.
Finesse the game with precision enterprise the movement
Melting pot where I brew it H-Town chop chop screw it.

Verse 2:
I'll Do it, if you want me to. I do it.
Ok I can see the top down,
Shades on got my lady and a bag.
Trying new things loyalties the hash tag.
Rolling on the interstate,
Making future moves that's sweeter than a pound cake.

Rap Verse:
I talking bout cake like Rihanna, I grind hard I want every dollar.
Keep a baby bottle like a toddler, whipping foreign cars on Westheimer.
Watch me take off like a Houston rocket, Lanky frankies all up in my pockets.
Top covertable got to drop it, Farrow gummo shades I be styling.
Hello how you doing I'm the hipster, I hope that you can see the bigger picture.
You know that I am lit just like a swisher, and I'm gifted everyday is Christmas.
You know that I coming back, I hope on the beat and run it like a running back.
Get it jumping like jumping jacks.
And I spent fire now you know you not touching that.
I am not your average rapper, plugged in like car adapters.
Give out blessings like a pastor, balling on them like a raptor.

Hook:
I can see the big picture
And I wanna come with you
Got a friend bring em with you
That busts rhyme that Rah dagga its hot
I was hot a long time ago, some get it fast, I got it slow.
Finesse the game with precision enterprise the movement
Melting pot where I brew it H-Town chop chop screw it.

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