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lirik lagu hot box – big boogie

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[intro]
look (look), this that rich sh*t (this that rich sh*t)
glock a herman beam, no h0m*, we shoot big d*cks (we shoot big d*cks)
big dude members, them my demons, they shoot big sh*t (they shoot, rrrt)
don’t tell me stories ’bout you slidin’ if i know you a b*tch (you a whole b*tch)
boog
big business (big dude)
frrt (big dude, baby)
(ayy, carter z, you going too crazy)

[verse]
look (look), this that rich sh*t (this that rich sh*t)
glock a herman beam, no h0m*, we shoot big d*cks (we shoot big d*cks)
big dude members, them my demons, they shoot big sh*t (they shoot, rrrt)
don’t tell me stories ’bout you slidin’ if i know you a b*tch (you a whole b*tch)
i got some k!llers like handy, but they don’t fix sh*t (they mechanics)
she took my soul and it hit me, i’m talkin’ ’bout his b*tch (i’m talkin’ ’bout his b*tch)
i’m high as hеll at the airport, i d*mn near missed this (missеd this)
i ride with fifty k, they trail me, this that rich sh*t (this that rich sh*t)
kj slidin’ ocean mouth, he in a whole benz
tayvo tweakin’ off them percs, he f*cked both friends
check out my mouth, no leprechaun, ain’t no golds in
f*ck big dude, he so whack, check my show then
f*ck security, glocks and choppers, get them poles in
cartier glasses, don’t de*trim it, don’t do no lens (ayy, look at me)
i’m yelling murda, big business, i don’t need no friends
pull in the north on the loft where we break them ‘bows in
she tried to walk with me, you tripping, ho on whole hands
i d*cked her down full of that weed, curled them toes then
she heard my voice, she got naked, come out them clothes then
and talkin’ ’bout lil’ mama got naked, for real though
yeah
big dude, baby, at your shows, they go crazy
chopper just like water, no lifejacket, ain’t no saving
check my jewelry, soul food plate, where my gravy?
she said she was hungry, boogie arby’s, it was tasty
bank account, d*ck up in it, f*ck you, pay me
i’m gettin’ money for a reason, my lil’ baby
keep a driver where i’m slidin’, but this ain’t daisy
ayy, bruh, slide this motherf*cker, man, he ain’t daisy, n*gga
ayy, we shoot fat choppers
we in ihop with these b*tches, we shoot fat whoppers
bad b*tch with me not from memphis, she from black prosper
if i’m a dog, b*tch, i didn’t bite you, where my black collar?
b*tch, i do missions with my demons in my arnold pradas
all of us shoot, not just one, ain’t no top shotta
glock 40, it’s brown and black, this that rottweiler
bad b*tch, if i unload her, it’s a mouth dropper
[outro]
on q, though
shh, y’all hear that?
y’all hear a hater talkin’ ’bout that sh*t? (turn it up, turn it up, turn it up)
we gotta make them b*tches mad, let’s go (turn it up)
i’m finna talk my sh*t, mike
ayy
ayy, i’m a big dude, ayy
tayvo demon, that’s my loose screw, ayy
blood, come here, take that b*tch shoes, ayy
i got his b*tch, she got big b00bs, ayy
she ate the d*ck up, noodle, b*tch, move (b*tch, move)
i’m high as a bird too
man, ayy, hold up, ayy, ayy
i’m talkin’ ’bout no writing, n*gga
i just wanted to have fun with this b*tch right here before i go out of town
yeah
smoking, woop*de*woo
woop*de*woo

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