In "Big Michael Michael," Looze Cannon swaggers through a world of big cars, big clout, and big appetites, turning every flex into a punchline. The boastful hunger for money and attention collides with playful self-mockery, like fumbling a fast rap or eating lobster with spam. The repeated title becomes a self-crowned nickname, half joke and half demand for respect. Beneath the flash, there is a restless search for the next city, the next thrill, the next way to prove the title fits.
Big Michael Michael Lyrics by Looze Cannon
Oh my goodness, I love it (Hydra what you doing)
Oh, the biggest
Hold on, let me talk my talk, hold on
Pull up on an opp, pull his big card
Ooh, I like Chevys, I like big cars
My boy right here dressed like he work at the Waffle House
I’m pullin’ up five deep, finna take the waffle out
And every time they see me, boy, they know that I am clout
I moonwalk in the city, yeah, they call me
Big, Big, Big, Big Michael Michael
She gon’ ride me like a, like a motorcycle
She told me that she gon’ read me, but I’m not the Bible
Oh, geez louise, yeah, I got the title
Yeah, I make her jump, just like Kriss Kross
I’m a big boss, sippin’ water, mm, good Voss
Yeah, I came through, all I know is how to get cheddar
I know my ABCs, but I don’t know the rest of them letters
It go A-B-C-D-E-F-G, I need M-O-N-E-Y on me
She gon’ do what I want, yeah, she really want me
I’ma ball in the club, now they call me Kobe
I’m so fuckin’ fresh!
*Mumbles* I tried to rap fast again
Excuse me with my black ass, I’m still trappin’, damn
Eatin’ lobster with a bunch of spam
They— Oh, shit! Oh, excuse me, goddamn
I pulled up in the city, tryna see some big bitties, ooh
But we in Atlanta, oh, let’s go Magic City, ooh
No, we in Detroit, oh, let’s go to the Pantheon
Oh, no, no, wait, let’s-let’s see what path we on
Ooh, that’s a double entendre, drippin’ sauce like spaghetti
Ooh, ooh, I got cheese hot and ready
Ooh, yes, throw this money like confetti
Yes, I’m humble, but I’m petty
Pull up on an opp, pull his big card
Ooh, I like Chevys, I like big cars
My boy right here dressed like he work at the Waffle House
I’m pullin’ up five deep, finna take the waffle out
And every time they see me, boy, they know that I am clout
I moonwalk in the city, yeah, they call me big
Big, big, Big Michael Michael
She gon’ ride me like a, like a motorcycle
She told me that she gon’ read me, but I’m not the Bible
Oh, geez louise, yeah, I got the title
Big Michael, Big Michael (Michael, Michael)
Big Michael, Big Michael (Michael, Michael)
Big Michael, Big Michael (Michael, Michael)
Big Michael, Big Michael (Michael, Michael)
Big Michael, Big Michael (Michael, Michael)
Big Michael, Big Michael (Big Looze)
Big Michael, Big Michael
Big Michael, Big Michael
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Looze Cannon
Ooh, ooh, damn