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lirik lagu breakdance – big moochie grape

[intro]
(let the band play)

[chorus: big moochie grape]
i’m a big gangster, lil’ b*tch, i can’t romance (b*tch, i’m a gangster)
vvs diamonds on big moochie breakdance (vvs diamonds)
post in the trap and i serve lindsay lohan (post in the trap)
i saw a jake smokin’ crack out a coke can (true story)
draw down, k!llin’ sh*t dead like i’m conan
big moochie went broke, ha, b*tch, come again
and i’m still goin’ in (yeah)
stackin’ up dead men (yeah)
hit the opp block so many times, make my head spin (yes, sir)
i done got rich off of words, what a wonderful feeling (feel good)
it’s a whole four in this cup, b*tch, don’t spill it (don’t spill it)
n*ggas been biting my sh*t, they been stealing (they stealing)
sixty bands just for my cuban and pendant (sixty bands)
ask about choppa, my n*ggas gon’ spin it (spin it)
east haiti baby, put switches on semis
sippin’ on mud and my b*tch on that rémy (mud)
pull a high speed in a hemi (skrrt, skrrt)
[verse 1: key glock]
yeah, hop in that ‘cat and thеn i flee the scene (skrrt)
spеnt a hundred racks on my jesus piece
yeah, spent five racks on my chrome heart jeans
n*gga play with me, you gon’ rest in peace
yeah, humble*ass n*gga, but it’s not what it seem (what?)
n*gga play with me, hit his ass with this piece
yeah, cash rules everything around me
still smoke a n*gga like a russian cream
yeah, these hoes know i ain’t goin’, i’m a p
got some foreign and some ratchet b*tches, all ’em freaks
yeah, big*ass sticks in my srt
yeah, real hood n*gga, still ride on e
yeah, steppin’ on n*ggas and walkin’ on beats
yeah, ran that bag up, need a new set of cleats
yeah, f*ck them lil’ boys, they ain’t f*ckin’ with we
ain’t f*ckin’ with moochie and key glock (yeah)
hit ’em up, yellow tape, white chalk
one of my n*ggas be stalkin’ the opps (yeah, yeah)
one of my n*ggas be workin’ the block (block)
one of my n*ggas be workin’ that pot (yeah)
one of my n*ggas still dodgin’ the cops
yeah, one of my n*ggas be swipin’, no fox
yeah, one of my n*ggas stay ready to pop
yeah, “f*ck your n*gga,” that’s what i told his thot
[chorus: big moochie grape & key glock]
i’m a big gangster, lil’ b*tch, i can’t romance (b*tch, i’m a gangster)
vvs diamonds on big glock breakdance
post in the trap and i serve lindsay lohan (post in the trap)
i saw a jake smokin’ crack out a coke can (true story, yeah)
draw down, k!llin’ sh*t dead like i’m conan (bah, bah, yeah)
big glock goin’ broke, ha, ha, come again
and i’m still goin’ in (yeah)
stackin’ up dead men (yeah)
hit the opp block so many times, make my head spin (yes, sir)
i done got rich off of words, what a wonderful feeling (feel good)
it’s a whole four in this cup, b*tch, don’t spill it (don’t spill it)
n*ggas been biting my sh*t, they been stealing (they stealing)
sixty bands just for my cuban and pendant (sixty bands)
ask about choppa, my n*ggas gon’ spin it (spin it)
east haiti baby, put switches on semis
sippin’ on mud and my b*tch on that rémy (mud, let the band play)
pull a high speed in a hemi (skrrt, skrrt)

[verse 2: big moochie grape]
pull a high speed in a h*llcat (h*llcat)
shots on your block and the gunpowder, know that they smell that (know that they smell that)
bro threw the bomb and i ran that b*tch home like a tailback (run it back)
don’t talk to 12, just show me where my cell at
sent cuz on the mission, nah, he won’t fail that (uh*uh)
post in the trap where the bales and the scales at (the bales and the scales at)
carbon 15 and i shoot where your head at
i ain’t tryna f*ck, i’m tryna see where your head at (b*tch)
yeah, f*ck this sh*t up, get it right back (right back)
moowop and glizock winnin’, they don’t like that (gang, gang)
came in this b*tch strapped, don’t need a hype man (no, no)
kick the b*tch [?][2:13] gon’ hike in
put this sh*t on, now she callin’ me light man (yes, sir)
new whip cashed out and i ain’t got a license (yes, sir)
hit ’em with baguettes, they hit just like tyson (yes, sir)
strike a n*gga down like lightning (strike out)
my n*gga with me, he suited and booted (suited and booted)
leave ’em in a stretcher, watch ’em get straight to it (get straight to it)
low to the ground, yeah, these b*tches recoupin’ (skrrt, recoupin’)
extravagant lifestyle like i been in movies (extravagant)
servin’ them drugs just like pookie (pookie)
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with moochie (no way)
all of my young n*ggas troopin’ (troopin’)
i’m the biggest crip in the world just like tookie (on god)
[chorus: big moochie grape]
i’m a big gangster, lil’ b*tch, i can’t romance (b*tch, i’m a gangster)
vvs diamonds on big moochie breakdance
post in the trap and i serve lindsay lohan (post in the trap)
i saw a jake smokin’ crack out a coke can (true story)
draw down, k!llin’ sh*t dead like i’m conan
big moochie went broke, ha, b*tch, come again
and i’m still goin’ in (yeah)
stackin’ up dead men (yeah)
hit the opp block so many times, make my head spin (yes, sir)
i done got rich off of words, what a wonderful feeling (feel good)
it’s a whole four in this cup, b*tch, don’t spill it (don’t spill it)
n*ggas been biting my sh*t, they been stealing (they stealing)
sixty bands just for my cuban and pendant (sixty bands)
ask about choppa, my n*ggas gon’ spin it (spin it)
east haiti baby, put switches on semis
sippin’ on mud and my b*tch on that rémy (mud, let the band play)
pull a high speed in a hemi (skrrt, skrrt)

- big moochie grape

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