Big Sean Supa Dupa Lemonade Freestyle

D-Town westside, Yea I said it westside

But they yellin Big so much, You would thought it’s bedstie,

You are now fuckin with the newest nigga best out,

Gon’ and roll that weed nigga (Why) Cuhz I’m stressed out,

L.B checked out, Bad bitch chest out (them titties)

No wonder why misses right just keeps on gettin left out,

Oh well that’s everything I’m not concernin (fuck it)

I’m on the top floor gettin brains, Higher learnin

Gettin higher earnins and my desires yearnin,

Runnin through that paper (What) like my Attourney

100 blunts rolled, You can smell the fire burnin,

I’m in the fast lane, You can smell my tires burnin,

Exercise, Flex on guys, Model chick,

Sex on thighs, bubble eyed lexus drive, I might let Alexis drive,

Jesus chain, testify, I over Accessorize,

Test her out na she gon need a stretcher when I stretch her out

When it’s time to speak man all of ya’ll listen, When you up in the party

Man why is all the broads missin, And I just drop lines

Like a nigga goin fishin, Man and I be on them posters like a nigga gon missin

And I spit (Scratch) that retarded shit, Just call it autism

And I’m so hollywood that I might make yo bitch audition

For me, Cut-Cut, (yuh) movie time cut, Look I’m a dick her dooowwwnnn, You gon

Pick her up,


And I’m unusual as shit, I am superbad yo girl prolly

Doodlin my dick, And it’s a couple screws up in my head that

Could use a fuckin wrench, and I’m jus lookin at the game like they can use

A fuckin bench, (bitch) and my name all up in the rafters, She gon

Make me cum, but I bet that money come faster, Kanye first,

Then I’m comin after, and louieVaton shoes hoe,

Dawns and the jaspers, Who, her, I ran through her walls,

Made her scream and disapear, But hell naw my name is not casper,

Boy, What the fuck these rappers sound like, Ha just a whole bunch of my sound bites,

First whip Garbo, Second whip Largo, Don’t

Worry bout my niggas they’re good, Marshall,

Bank account got me feelin well, Fargo,

Ballin ’till I get a millicicc, Darco,

I just give em line afta line, afta line Afta line, afta line, Bar codes,

They lookin for my work, Narco, Cuhz I just blackout in the booth,

Charcoal, Me, Don, C, Tone and 54 bitches, The seeds finna blow,

I bet they finna blow nigga, 2 pounds of weed don’t act like you don’t nigga,

I put that green up like missle toe nigga,


I do it.

D-Town, G.O.O.D. Music Nigga.

Big Sean Home

[Verse 1]

Hey, I told my city I’ll be back but for now I’m leaving

Tell em I’m leaving

Promise I’ll be back though, at least once a season

Tell em I’ma get it, I’m who they can believe in

And I’ma bring it back like I kept all the receipts and

My hood show me love, I’m there to receive it

I know I run my city because I’m there to see it

It’s hard being a citizen settling up in Michigan

I’m trying to make a name like a fucking birth certificate

Awwwww! Now a nigga on

And the DJ playing my song

And she wanna drink a little Dom Perignon

With Sean!

I pray that it ain’t temporary

I’ve seen it in my dreams though

Mr Visionary and I told them what it is though

Mr. Dictionary and they so fuckin regular

I call em missionary like


Aww! Can’t wait til I get back home

And I’ma put all my niggas on

And we gonna be the ones on TV

Everybody gon see me, you’ll see man

Aww! Can’t wait til I get back home

And I’ma put all my niggas on

And we gonna be the ones on TV

Everybody gon see me, you’ll see man

[Verse 2]

I walk up in this bitch like “do I need an introduction?”

When you living out your dreams sleep’s an interruption

Man, I hate it how the city a corruption

With no concussion or a toolie tucked in

Yeah, we paid or we laid up,

No minimum wages, Yeah, what else can I say? huh

We ain’t no bed or a lie but we made up

While they was all sleeping later we stayed up

With drapes up like, Aww!

And I’ma be home soon as I get the crown and throne

And the name across it is my own

Who would’ve known that we’d be paid off this musical grind

Unusual I’m me and my beautiful mind

That’s why my niggas high-class like a school in the sky

I spit the heat, you might see a mirage but no facade nigga


Big Sean It’s Time

[Intro: Big Sean]

I done fell asleep fucking last night

That’s how much I don’t sleep nigga

Finally famous nigga

[Hook: Big Sean x2]

And I’ll be goddamned if I didn’t

Put the city on let’s get it

(alright alright alright, alright alright alright)

Let’s get it

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Today is a good day

I wish a nigga would day

Ride through the hood day

Ride through the hood where I would stay

If I wasn’t me, wasn’t committed

I told my mom and my dad it’ll be the last Christmas

In the hood that you can visit

Oh boy I got it, no chasers

Cause the best mixed with Hennessey is problems

I took that advice young when I was headed up to college

Momma swimming in that debt

Rather swim with the piranhas or the shark

Ready set go, on your mark to the top

Getting rich ain’t a blessing it’s a choice

Drunk and still drinking out the bottle

I want a hood rat bitch motherfuck a model

You ain’t alive if you ain’t living that’s the motto

And imma’ probably wake up tomorrow sayin, sayin

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

Lets get it, yeah be alright nigga

It’s the motherfucking world nigga

Getcha some time to just do it how I done it

First up on the first cause’ first of all you gotta want it

Re-up time for every penny, never fronted

So room for, paid every penny then I stunted

Stunted so hard you woulda thought I was a stuntman

TS4 with 23’s I’m talking jumpmans

Twos and thirds watch for the blitz, you know they rush

Just don’t get caught in the coupe with them birds, end of discussion

Them boys round the corner wanna sell in that Cal Ripken

If them niggas think I’m riding with that, them niggas tripping

Yeah I got a magnificent hustle, cause’ imma’ grinder

Told my olds im hiding you here, so they won’t find you

What you know about a bag that’s heavy as anacondas?

Bet you one thing, I ain’t talking no marijuana

That’s whats wrong with these niggas they think it’s about shine

You niggas get back to your grind, I think it’s about time

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 3: Payroll]

They say it’s my time according to my Rolex

I’m bout to fuck the game, then your ho next

I used to talk dirty on my cell, no phone sex

No yoga boy I was making blow stretch

Press the fast forward button, I’m pushing a foreign something

All through my neighborhood, next stop is the haters hood

My bitch so bad, but you can bet that my paper good

I do this for real, you lil niggas just fake it good

It’s time for a new crib, it’s time for a new chain

20 thousand on me homie that’s just loose change

Too many diamond chains that nigga a mess

But if you knew bout my hood you’d say that nigga is blessed

Detroit in this bitch, Big Sean what it do bro?

Getting money four ways so I can buy a two-door

Stash looking healthy but my jewelry got the flu though

The hustle’s who I represent, dope boys we in this bitch

[Hook: Big Sean]


Detroit, once the backbone of this country

Now it’s the largest U.S. city to file for bankruptcy

Thriving neighborhoods are now vacant

Going from a population of nearly 2 million

To under 700,000 in a matter of years

The people of Detroit really going to have to stick together,

To make it through these tough times

Big Sean One Man Can Change The World

[Hook: Big Sean]

They used to tell me, used to tell me

I hope you learn to make it on your own

And if you love yourself just know you’ll never be alone

I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose

I hope that it’s the realest thing that you ever know

Hope you get the pretty girls, that’s pretty at everything

Million dollar cribs havin’ million dollar dreams

And when you get it all just remember one thing

Remember one thing

That one man could change the world

That one man could change the world

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

All I, all I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad chick

Imagine did so much some nights it felt like that I had it

Back on the mattress

Starin’ at the ceilin’ tryna connect the dots

But it’s hard makin’ those attachments

I’m talkin’ dreamin’ so hard, some nights it felt like draft day, you know?

My, my step brother used to flip them bags outside the crib like it was trash day, no Kim K, but he bagged ye ye

But when you’re getting fast money, slow down, don’t crash

With all the drive in the world, swear you still need gas

Look, think about it, close your eyes, dream about it

Tell your team about it, go make million dollar schemes about it

Success is on the way, I feel it in the distance

Used to look up at the stars and be like ain’t too much that’s different

I be shinin’, they be shinin’, get your one shot don’t you miss it

What you know bout’ wakin’ up everyday like you on a mission?

And I

[Hook: Kanye West]

I hope you learn to make it on your own

And if you love yourself just know you’ll never be alone

I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose

I hope that it’s the realest thing that you ever know

Hope you get the pretty girls, that’s pretty at everything

Million dollar cribs havin’ million dollar dreams

And when you get it all just remember one thing

Remember one thing

One man could change the world

One man could change the world

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

My grandma taught me if you write your name in stone you’ll never get the white out

I grinded out that black whole then performed up at the white house

Standin’ next to Jim Carrey, we traded stories then laughed

I said you not the only one I know got rich wearin’ masks

Where I’m from I swear their broke, they need way more than the cast

We need more than what you have and then we need more than that

But how am I supposed to say I’m tired

If that girl from West Virginia came up in conditions that I couldn’t survive

Went to war, came back alive

On top of that became a female black captain

When being black you had to extra extra try

Way before James Brown made us proud

She bought a crib on the same street as Marvin Gaye right there on Outer Drive

And she taught me how to drive

And she raised the kids, then the kids’ kids, and she did it right

Taught me how to love, taught me not to cry

When I die, I hope you teach me how to fly

All my life you’ve been that angel in disguise sayin’

[Hook: John Legend]

I hope you learn to make it on your own

And if you love yourself just know you’ll never be alone

I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose

I hope that it’s the realest thing that you ever know

Hope you get the pretty girls, that’s pretty at everything

Million dollar cribs havin’ million dollar dreams

And when you get it all just remember one thing

Remember one thing

That one man can change the world

That one man can change the world


[Grandma:] Thank you for callin’ me, been thinkin’ about me

[Big Sean:] It’s all good I love you grandma

[Grandma:] Bye

Big Sean Stay Down

[Hook x2:]

My whole squad in this bitch

And they gon’ stay there the whole night

I mix that shit with champagne

Been waitin’ on that shit my whole life

Forever me and my dawgs

Yeah, nigga, you know right

Yeah, yeah, you know right

Yeah, yeah, you know right


And they always stay down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

This for my dawgs, yeah my dawgs man that always stay

Down, down, down, down, down, down

Weed, money, liquor

I’ma drown, drown, drown, drown, drown, drown, drown

OK, I ain’t that fucked up but I’m half way

We came a long way from the L.A

Bad bad bad bitches they dressed up

Like its the NBA draft day and I bet

And I bet that she ain’t gonna be that late

For a young sexy face like me

A young young young sexy face like me

She like girls if she don’t like me

And if you do then I do girl, I see ya, I see ya

The way that you pose I might have to IG her

Sexy young thing I might have to ID her

Ooh damn I got some Ideas

We could fuck up the couch in the club like it came from Ikea

Goin’ so hard the whole night is a blur

Older women be like damn your mature

I say you the one but God damn I got nerve

[Hook x2]


Ok, I sip the kamikaze while I bend the body

And I whip the Maserati like I’m Ricky Bobby

I be mobbin’, I be mobbin’ like I’m Gotti

I might even speak Italian

50 women in the room like we ain’t even got a lobby

I be wildin’ like I never had a daddy

And the titties, paparazzi they be flashin’, god damnit I’m a hottie

Got her friends tryna fuck me and her man’s tryna rob me

And she won’t leave me alone, I tell the trick to get a hobby

I ain’t even gonna lie, I got a million dollar chick

With a billion dollar pussy

Every time I cum, I swear to God I feel like I be rich

Yeah, tryna get that hotel money

But you know them crackers ain’t gonna let you get the Ritz

They ain’t gonna let you get the fountain in the front with the fist

They gonna give you courtside at the Clips

But never on the shit, they ain’t on that gunner shit

Well fuck giving it to me, I’mma take that shit

Forget crackin’ the code, I’mma break that shit

I’mma calamari steak that shit

And cause so much ice, me and my dogs gonna skate that shit

Bitch do it so big you can’t escape that shit

Hoes tryna have my baby just to Ricki Lake that shit

I hate that shit

Girls handing me their heart, how could I not break that shit?



Big Sean Say You Will

As I hop on this red eye flight with all red eyes

Hoodie over my head, recognize a Jedi,

If I go too fast down this road I end up like left eye

I’m wondering would it be better if I left

My girlfriend know I got a fetish for fine hoes

I’m worldwide so she know I’m gonna find hoes

Sneaking in my iPhone

Looking through my call log

It hurts looking at her face to ask her why she crying for

I’m so fresh I’m wondering why I didn’t design clothes

This rap shit is something that you gotta be designed for

Meetings at the label saying they goin make Sean blow

Turned the radio on and do I hear Sean… no

Man please do not gimmick me,

Put me on the shelf and not remember me,

And treat me like a John Doe

I wish that I could drop my nuts in they’re tonsils

(Ahem) shut up bitch swallow

And I been signed to Ye for well over a year now

It’s clear now, I’m a focus on my career now

You taught me to create a process

Saying that you changed my life,

Dog it’s me being modest

But honestly I wish that I could take you off tour,

Put you in the studio

So you could focus more on my shit

And I don’t mean to sound selfish

But I am not an artist that’s self-less

I’m feeling like a crab in a bucket

That’s just tryna get it crackin

Amongst all these fuckin’ shellfish…

And it’s a dream come true that you signed me

Big Sean, G.O.O.D. Music signee

People asking me how it happened

Man I tell em I rolex the situation & just have perfect timing

And you already know where to find me

Bitch I connected to the D like Siamese

So if you see me out of town getting money

Know I do it for my city and I be back very promptly

So say what up if you see us

And the D is probably rubber & the Sean man lead us?

Like being undefeated, feeling undefeated?

Dick so big I bust a nut for a fetus

Glad to do any interview or dope feature

Come holla at a nigga as I’m trying on sneakers

Niggas making diss records in efforts that I see it

Waiting on my reply but they never will receive it

You are not half of what I am and can’t be it

You are just a 101% bitch

Recognize a star like you pledge to the allegiance

And I don’t want fans, I want believers

Race to success so I’m a keep pedalin

Cause my mama man, she deserve everything?

So if I find a girl with beauty and brains like her,

Then best believe she gon get a wedding ring,

But I don’t know if I believe in love to be honest,

Cause every girl love the headliners,

Take her to my hotel all my niggas there,

And best believe they gon give up all a head line-up,

And that’s why girls wanna leave us,

Tell em where we are but they never gone believe us,

Won’t stop till we in end up on that show, Cheaters,

But I bet you couldn’t spot me if a nigga wore cheetah,

And I be in the strip-club Teasers,

Giving all the girls what’s needed,

Honest dog had so many problems dog

I could hand em out and be labeled a fuckin teacher,

So respect my hand gesture,

I dare any nigga try and come test us,

You a mothafuckin act dog,

A A.C.T. that’s why niggas try and test ya,

A dub how the hell we gonna make a mil,

Pay the bills man I ain’t tryna waste a deal,

If you could make a deal believe you could make deal,

And if you can’t keep your promises then don’t say you will… nigga don’t say you will

Big Sean Get Em’


(Uh) Man verse by verse I’m a make these weak niggas’ disperse (sweet nigga)

Man I swear verse by verse I’m a make these weak rappers disperse (sweet nigga)

Man I’m a get em (uh) I’m a get em (ehh) Watch me get em (uh) I’m a get em (ehh) I’m a get em (uh) I’m a get em (ehh) Watch me get em’ (uh) I’m a get em


I’m very instrumental, to any instrumental; you ain’t on my level my nigga, even a little

You at the bottom, not even at Malcolm in the middle

You homo ass nigga, (shh) go-N eat some skittles

Now hop up on the rainbow try to reach where I hang though

I’m a little further up then and near the angels

So at your highest point you still wouldn’t reach my ankles

You are what you eat but that ain’t true cause I’m anal… (eww)

And the people show love like a bear hug

I’m here to last, they temporary call em’ haircuts

Fair enough I stand behind my balls like a felon does

If you a boss, meet the executor and when it come to paper, meet the editor

(Uh) A little better brah you need to step, step it up

I’m on my business that’s my forte, you

You beat around the bush like four play

And they anticipatin’ me like a court date

So for the bars I’m a charge like the court say

And if the court say they know I did it like OJ (what?)

Then I’m in the next city like a tour date

There ain’t no I in team but it’s an I in win

Ain’t no I in lose but there’s an I in him

Mini me… Me… mini muahh… so beat the repitwa of the upper extra lode

That’s high, high in the sky, high to the point that I almost saw God. (Wow).

I stand out from the rest like Yao

But ain’t gotta play ball to having you cheering… (The crowd)

Perform so well I might as well take a bow

Shittin on these niggas’ like a movement from my bowels

People wanna know how if feels in the clouds

But I guess they’ll never know cause I’m never coming down

I started with a dream, added a little faith in, mixed it with adversity and let it marinate.

I put it in the oven for awhile and let it bake (yup)

Call it food for thought, put it on yo’ plate

A friend of mighty Motown, home sweet home

Where I roam like a phone in the unknown zone

My niggas’ roam like a phone in the unknown zone

And we condone a tone a money hoes and clothes

And my record sell like a boat load

Fam you couldn’t fill my shoes like bozos

And I’m solo, cause I herd that what hoes really want… is a ring like froto. (no)

Coastal, man my nickname postal

Why they loco like they old schools (mannn?)

I should beat them like pro tools

Will Farrell nigga started out old school


Man verse by verse I’m a make these weak niggas’ disperse (sweet nigga)

Man I swear verse by verse I’m a make these weak rappers disperse (sweet nigga)

Man I’m a get em (uh) I’m a get em (ehh) Watch me get em (uh) I’m a get em (ehh) I’m a get em (uh) I’m a get em (ehh) Watch me get em (uh) I’m a get em

Big Sean No More Interviews

I guess I’m on my… on my Don shit

Somebody gotta do it

Look, no more interviews

I’m not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude

Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl

I brought sand to the beach

Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet

I’m from the ground up like a ground-ball play

I’m coming from the underground like it’s Groundhog’s Day

I’m talking so underground that when I talk about J, nigga

I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real niggas

Lately I only do the shit that inspire me

Lately niggas treat the Shade Room like a diary

Oh yeah, is that what you heard?

Believing everything that you hear without confirming it first

And you know the funny thing about it is my ex wanna write a tell all

Fucked up thing about it is she ain’t even tell all

Like how I introduced her to meditation, positive thinking

And the books she probably read in daily rotation

I learned when people lie on you not to return the favor so

I won’t get you embarrassed

I won’t tell them all the other parts about you that’s plastic

This my last time putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum

I’d rather put that energy into what’s worth having

Like how I got a platinum album with no solo tour

Niggas say it’s over for me I go overboard

Back against the wall like my poster but I’m the poster boy

Not from the city if you let THEY tell it

Greatest rapper of all time if you let YE tell it

You ask me, I don’t got the resume

But, shit, I can go bar for bar for niggas who talking off

And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin’ off, they walkin’ off

And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead and you know it

My career been moving perpetual motion

I’m not impressed with the whoopty woop, I don’t know who is who

And can’t pretend like I’m hip to it, no hula hoop

And I can’t lie like I like this shit like I usually do

And I’m just not impressed by you niggas rapping fast

Who sound like one big asthma attack but trash when I’m rapping it back

Who you put in your top five and claim they the savior of rap

So many friends turn to enemies, they frenemies

I don’t know why I act like I’m surprised or it’s offending me

I’m saying, though, I should have learned from Hov and Dame

From Stunna and Wayne, Cudi and YE

What happened to our family ways, though?

When I put you on that song with Nas, you had told me that you was forever grateful

And that we brothers, so it hurt to hit the internet to find out that me and you don’t fuck with each other

Over a miscommunication that probably could be fixed with a 5 minute conversation, I’m still praying

For ya, though, I guess I charged it to the game

How much it cost? Around twenty88

Going off like Kobe when he wore the crazy eights

All y’all niggas looking like my kiddos wearing Bape

Shot my first video in the Harajuku store

With Nigo in the background, that’s a picture that you can’t take

With YE and Hype Williams directing each take

And GOD directing each step that we take

I’m a king, a legend, man, you niggas ain’t worthy

10 years in and a nigga still under 30

I’m feeling like an old man that failed at life

Got reincarnated to do it all again right (that’s how I feel)

So I’m treating every second like it’s an investment

Time is money, every second I’m collecting

Don’t ask me no stupid questions

“Are you still signed to YE?” questions, no Roc nation questions

Or who I’m dating questions, look, no more interviews

Unless you wanna talk about the music or something that has a different view

And not the shit that’s getting the hits and views

Words misconstrued with no credit, but you niggas approved

My mistakes are my biggest professors and learning life lessons

I realize it ain’t what you have, it’s what you feel, that’s what true success is

I am the one of one, after me there’s no successor


Big Sean Dance Remix


Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass

Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass

Ass ass ass ass ass ass ass

Stop… now make that motherfucker hammer time like

Go stupid, Go stupid, Go stupid

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble

I’m st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible

I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto

How your waist anorexic and then your ass is colossal

Like whoo

Drop that ass make it boomerang

Take my belt off bitch I’m Pootie Tang

Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today

Fuck that you gonna get some dick today

I walk in with my crew and I’m breaking they necks

I’m looking all good I’m making her wet

They pay me respect they pay me in checks

And if she look good she pay me in sex

Do it!

Bounce that ass (ass), it’s the roundest (roundest)

You the best (best), you deserve a crown bitch

Right on that,


Ass ass ass ass ass

Ass ass ass ass ass

Ass ass ass ass ass

Stop… now make that motherfucker hammer time like…

Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Wobbledy wobble, wo-wo-wobble, wobbin’

Ass so fat, all these bitches’ pussies is throbbin’

Bad bitches, I’m your leader, phantom by the meter

Somebody point me to the best ass-eater

Tell ’em “Pussy clean!” I tell ’em “Pussy squeaky!”

Niggas give me brain ’cause all of them niggas geeky

If he got a mandingo, then I buy him a dashiki

And bust this pussy open in the islands of Waikikiiiiii…

Kiss my ass and my anus, ’cause it’s finally famous

And it’s finally so, yeah, it’s finally so!

I don’t know, man, guess them ass shots wore off!

Bitches ain’t poppin’, Google my ass

Only time you on the net is when you Google my ass

Ya fuckin’ little whores, fu-fuckin’ up my decors

Couldn’t get Michael Kors if you was fuckin’ Michael Kors

B-B-Big Sean, b-boy, how big is you?

Gimme all yo’ money and gimme all yo’ residuals

Then slap it on my ass, ass, ass…


[Big Sean:]

Woah, white girls, black girls, tall girls, fat girls

Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass

Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass

Go, go

Short girls, small girls, skinny girls, all girls

Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass

Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass

And I want all of that,


Go stupid!