Big Shot Lyrics - Singles - Eyedea

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop? 

She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot 

You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub 

She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love 

Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone 

Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone 

And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows 

Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own 

Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones 

Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone 

And next weekend you invite her to your home 

You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro 

She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes 

Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys 

Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy 

Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise 

I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie 

Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's 

(chorus) 

She's a big shot. You know your dream girl 

She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world 

She's a big shot. You thought you could school her 

She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor 

She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler 

She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser 

She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind 

You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time 

Now, what about that popular school kid? 

The always have been, always will be cool kid? 

The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback 

Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs 

The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck 

Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep 

He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle 

When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble 

He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom 

He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone 

But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long 

Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song 

He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear 

While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror 

He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club 

Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up 

He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool 

When he has a party, everyone's invited except you 

And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do 

He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school 

(chorus) 

He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet 

Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college 

He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty 

Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey 

He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid 

Braggin' about a big dick, that chick and this chick 

He's a big shot.. 

My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards 

The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker 

Than them 'cause they're the masters 

I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme 

and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse 

To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter 

He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards 

After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter 

Art you'll capture finally. 

But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him 

Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance 

To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles 

That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks 

Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord 

Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head 

He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically 

As it makes a parody of your passion 

You tell friends you think he's tight 

but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting 

'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound 

You know what else? Your looking at him right now 

(chorus) 

I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me 

Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me 

I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep 

But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak 

I'm a big shot. Shit, can nobody fade me 

The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me 

I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props 

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