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lirik lagu big juice – big moochie grape

[intro]
uh, yeah, yeah (let the band play)
hah, big moochie, yeah, yes, sir
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go

[verse]
diamonds on my neck, they boxin’ (diamonds on my neck)
send shots, a n*gga weigh all this toxin (all this toxin)
james harden, good with the rocket (fah, flah)
pull up to the trap and apply all the profit, yeah
thot b*tch full of the roxies (thot b*tch)
don’t f*ck with n*ggas like i’m sworn with the n*z*s, yeah
bite my swag, they copy (bite)
post in the spot with a whole lot of boxes (yes, sir)
pull up in my hood, get it poppin’, huh (get it poppin’)
cook a lil’ n*gga like hibachi (hibachi)
new prada kicks just cost me 1k, came a long way from huaraches, yeah (huaraches)
worrisome ass b*tch keep callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout i got money, i got c*cky (b*tch)
i done got rich quick, now they throwin’ big fits
think i signed with illuminati (yes, sir)
this year, i’m plottin’ on a ‘rari (‘rari)
f*ck that, might go’n and cop me a bugatti (skrrt, skrrt)
lil’ cuz just caught a body, huh (body)
sh*ttin’ on you n*ggas, h*ll nah, i’m not sorry (sh*ttin’ on you n*ggas)
four o’s in the bag, not talkin’ audi (uh*uh)
say one word, lil’ cuz get rowdy
gon’ crash about grape ’cause you know i got it
left pocket blue cheese, right pocket salad
dolce gabbana, don’t f*ck with no ballys (don’t f*ck with ballys)
thick b*tch goldmine, flew her from cali
ooh*wee, look like a young toni braxton (ooh)
straight to the room, break her down like a fraction (break her down)
send this b*tch home, then she send me a package (send this b*tch home)
callin’ my phone for exotic, i’m taxin’ (brrt)
came from the section 8, now it’s a mansion (section 8)
my b*tch, she saddity, my daughters, they fancy (yeah)
i lost my n*ggas and i lost some money (d*mn)
d*mn near lost my mind, godd*mn, i was f*cked up
got patient with time and i stayed on the grind
b*tch, look at me now, godd*mn, i done lucked up
ridin’ down mendenhall with the n*gga’s lil’ b*tch, gettin’ sucked up (sucked up)
yeah, she feelin’ my style ’cause she see the young n*gga ballin’ just like bill russell (bill russell)
with all these cl*sters
n*gga, i’m bill bellamy and you buster (buster)
let sh*t burn on a n*gga like usher (usher)
tell these f*ck n*ggas catch up, no mustard
blow*pop ass n*gga, all y’all suckers (suckers)
huggin’ the block and i ran all my bucks up (yeah)
f*ckin’ with big moochie, know that you f*cked up
i got the juice ’round this b*tch, get you touched up
i got the juice ’round this b*tch, get you f*cked up (yeah)

[outro]
hah, hah, yeah
yeah, let’s go
yeah, yeah, yes, sir
hey, hey, hey, big moochie

- big moochie grape

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