Big Wheel

I've been on the other side

Got my lips smacked now they're dry

Then you call me call in

You think I am your possession You're

Messing with a Southern girl

But my recipe is on. With your

stale bread, yeah it's hot But

Baby I don't need your cash

so Baby maybe I let your



Big wheel turn my fantasy

Don't you throw that shade on me

I've been drinking down your pain

Turn that whiskey into rain

Wash you away

Wash you away

Wash you away boy



I've been on my knees

But you're so hard, hard to please

But you take me, take me in

So you are a superstar

Get off the cross

We need the wood

Somehow you will rise

But without a tool

I know honey you're a pro

But Baby I don't need your cash

Mama got it all in hand now



Big wheel turn my fantasy

Don't you throw that shade on me

I've been drinking down your pain

Turn that whiskey into rain

Wash you away

Wash you away boy

Wash you away now



Gimme eight

Gimme seven

Gimme six

Gimme five

Gimme four

Gimme three



I I I am a M.I.L.F don't you forget

M.I.L.F don't you forget

M.I.L.F don't you forget

Baby I don't need your cash

So baby maybe I'll leave



Big wheel turn my fantasy

Don't you throw that shade on me

Turn that whiskey into rain

Big wheel turn my fantasy

Don't you throw that shade on me

I've been drinking down your pain

Turn that whiskey into rain

Turn your whiskey boy