BIG BOI (That’s What I Thought)

[Intro: The Thought]
You know it’s The Thought, back again with another Remixtape
Y’all thought I was done?
I don’t got a lighter flick to signal my arrival
But if you see my name, just know I’mma kill it

[Pre-Chorus: The Thought]
Bitch, you know I’m heavy
Don’t text ‘less dinner’s ready
Skinny bros can’t hold you down
They know we hold the crown

[Chorus: The Thought]
B-I-G-B-O-I
You know I am that boi
Ugh, bitch, avert your eyes
Thought came from the 909
B-I-G-B-O-I
You know I am that boi
Fat ass belly, thunder thighs
Can’t knock me down, and you wonder why?

[Bridge: The Thought]
How you mad at me ‘cause I’m chubby?
I’m the type of man that women call “hubby”
Husky size and extra-wides
Don’t let it fool you, ‘cause I’ll leave your ass bloody

[Verse: The Thought]
Pause… resume
I don’t give a fuck about whatchu gon’ do
I could eat twice your weight in ice cream liters
If I didn’t have diabetes
Skinny-ass dudes ain’t never posed a threat
I’m stronger than you, and I’m warmer in bed
And she love what I do when I’m giving her head
‘Cause I’m really fucking hungry
Hug me - promise that you’ve never felt safer
All it cost was some Nilla Wafers
And I’m really patient, ‘cause it takes me twice as long to get
Where I’m going without running out breath
*Huff* Playing like I’m coming up for air
But this really isn’t nothing to a bear
I was finer when I weighed four bills
Graveyard full if looks could kill
Just be glad the doctors nerfed me
Slimming down just to duck a major surgery
I don’t Nip/Tuck so I’m in the gym doing burpees
Don’t act like y’all ain’t heard me!

[Pre-Chorus: The Thought]
Bitch, you know I’m heavy
Don’t text ‘less dinner’s ready
Skinny bros can’t hold you down
They know we hold the crown

[Chorus: The Thought]
B-I-G-B-O-I
You know I am that boi
Ugh, bitch, avert your eyes
Thought came from the 909
B-I-G-B-O-I
You know I am that boi
Fat ass belly, thunder thighs
Can’t knock me down, and you wonder why?

[Bridge: The Thought]
Don’t be mad at me ‘cause I’m fat
It’s for the male gaze, if you tryna get jacked
Drinking flat-tummy tea, shooting up Ozempic
Need some help from the homie to give y’all the message

[Verse: LVLC]
D-R-A-G-O-N
I’m ‘bout to fuck your friends
Woman, man, or they, or them
Roleplay, baby, let’s pretend
First time here? Me too
I heard the best thing on the menu’s you
With a side of thighs
And I know you like it super-sized, uh
I’m big-boned
In fact, my chest built, like feel on them
Like veal, a tender, tight meat you like
I’m like “eat me right”, ‘cause I need the type that’s tryna feed on me
Big-back boi, ass like diners
Your tits are the appetizers
Chains, whips, clamps and pliers
Turn me on with gags and blinders

[Chorus: The Thought]
B-I-G-B-O-I
You know I am that boi
Ugh, bitch, avert your eyes
Thought came from the 909
B-I-G-B-O-I
You know I am that boi
Fat ass belly, thunder thighs
Can’t knock me down, and you wonder why?

[Chorus: The Thought]
T-H-O-U-G-H-T
Whack rappers can’t fuck with me
Not me, not mine
Not me, not mine
M-A-B-I-E
Y’all yes men get “no”-s from me
Y’all weak, not hype
Y’all weak, not hype

[Verse: The Thought]
We can see who’s really ‘bout that action
I’m with Blac Bloc, you’re with the Boogaloo Boys
Which technique is really beating fascists?
Is it metal bats or some Tommy Bahamas?
Your Honor, I’m ready when you read my last rites
I fought the good fight on behalf of the culture
I’m open to anything the state’s prepared
I’mma grin and bear it like a marble sculpture
Fat ass David
I ain’t gonna fight for some Soros payments
That’s Third Reich shit, so I want violence
I ain’t gonna smile ‘til the pigs taste pavement
Thinking they can goose-step, and we’ll kiss the boots
Until it’s “who’s left to admit the truth?”
I’m gonna two-step on a Nazi’s grave
Like “that’s what I fucking thought!”

[Chorus: The Thought]
T-H-O-U-G-H-T
I really want to kill police
JK, or not
JK, or not
M-A-B-I-E
Rapists in my family
Not me, that’s pops
Not me, that’s pops

[Verse: The Thought]
What a sudden disappointment I became
When I spoke some truth to power
I was raised in the coldest hell you could imagine
They must’ve thought I’d stay a coward
(Yeah boy!)
I’d rather be the black sheep
Too big to sweep me under rugs
Too bad I got PTSD
That’s why I can’t own a gun…
Not legally! Don’t tell the police!
I’m just practicing my second amendment
Rights to point it at a wife-beating cop
Make sure the last thing he ever hears is the cock

[Chorus: The Thought]
I don’t give a fuck
I really wanna fuck ‘em up
On me, on God
On me, on God
I don’t even have to try
To come up with an alibi
That’s me, I did it
That’s me, I did it

[Verse: The Thought]
Guilty as charged
Should’ve left him dead, now he’s behind bars
Get it out your head, ain’t no re-education
I’m steadfast in beliefs like God
I don’t speak for the cash, no fraud
I don’t even speak for the ass, on broads
Speeding bullets couldn’t change my mind
That’s why I’m called “The Thought”
Never gonna say shit if I didn’t mean it
Fuck all police, no penis
I don’t give a fuck if you got exceptions
They’re all bastards, you’re just guessing
They don’t get a pass ‘cause they’re your brethren
Sounding like swine, y’all should be penned-in
Two-stepping on a racist’s grave
Like “that’s what I fucking thought!”