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lirik lagu workin – big moochie grape

[intro]
(band—)
yes, sir
(let the bandplay)
gigantic
big moochie
yeah, humongous
yeah, yeah
you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
stupid b*tch, stupid b*tch, stupid b*tch (yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, n*ggas see big moochie grape, yeah, then they get nervous (nervous)
young n*gga whippin’, they jump out and scary (hop out)
hoppin’ out, run you down, n*gga, we purgin’ (grrt)
in the trap with a pack, n*gga, we servin’ (we servin’)
dropped out of school, i was gone with the move (yeah)
but i was still pulling up shooting dice and curvin’ (on god)
been had me a sack since a n*gga still chirpin’ (brrt*brrt)
ever since i was twelve got me a sack, then i start—, uh, what?
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (i been on that sh*t my whole life, n*gga, know what i’m talking about)
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (yes, sir, i been going hard, n*gga)
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (f*ck you talking ’bout, n*gga?)
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (big moochie grape, n*gga, gigantic, humongous, n*gga, all that sh*t in one, n*gga)
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (stupid*ass n*gga, let’s go, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’)
[verse 1]
uh, young n*gga back in the trap and i’m workin’ (trap)
walk up in gucci, give a f*ck ’bout a price tag (uh, uh) just the way y’all n*ggas making them purchase (i’m making a purchase)
trappin’ and rappin’, i ain’t doing no cappin’ (uh*uh, yeah)
lil’ n*gga, you could buy you some ‘bows or some verses (‘bows or some verses)
ain’t no n*gga in the rap game f*cking with me (no n*gga, no cap)
big moochie, you’ll never catch me doing no verses, b*tch (never)
gang bangin’, east haiti babies, we turnt (east haiti)
n*ggas playing games, know the gang pull up and murk ’em (grrt)
still rockin’ this water, know big moochie surfing (water)
hit your b*tch from the back while i got on my ice (smash, smash, smash, ooh), now i got the b*tch squirting (yeah)
ice cubes on my watch, now my wrist, it be hurting (ice)
rock dolce & gabbana, i don’t do the hermès (b*tch)
they see me on tv, now i got ’em virtual learning (yes, sir)

[chorus]
yeah, n*ggas see big moochie grape, yeah, then they get nervous (nervous)
young n*gga whippin’, they jump out and scary (hop out)
hoppin’ out, run you down, n*gga, we purgin’ (grrt)
in the trap with a pack, n*gga, we servin’ (we servin’)
dropped out of school, i was gone with the move (yeah)
but i was still pulling up shooting dice and curvin’ (on god)
been had me a sack since a n*gga still chirpin’ (brrt*brrt)
ever since i was twelve got me a sack, then i start—, uh, what?
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (i tried telling y’all b*tch*ass n*ggas, dog)
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (i’m back)
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (they all work pays off, n*gga, so i been workin’ my ass of, n*gga, for this sh*t)
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (n*gga, know what i’m sayin’?)
workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (gigantic, let’s go, band—)
[verse 2]
got me a sack and said, “f*ck all that dumb sh*t” (f*ck all that dumb sh*t)
stuck in the streets, better watch who you run with (watch who you run with)
got it from pop, yeah, i’m upping my gun quick (upping my gun quick)
glock 23 and it’s tucked in my armpit (tucked in my armpit)
got me a sack and said, “f*ck all that dumb sh*t” (uh*huh)
stuck in the streets, better watch who you run with (uh*huh)
got it from pop, yeah, i’m upping my gun quick (yes, sir)
glock 23 and it’s tucked in my armpit (yes, sir)
young n*ggas shoot at rapper (rapper)
i’m a street n*gga, b*tch, i’m not a rapper (no rapper)
real street n*gga, b*tch, i’m a real trapper (real trapper)
youngest og, i got juice like a snapple (og)
she wanna f*ck ’cause her n*gga a capper (a capper)
stepping on sh*t like a que dog, an alpha (we stepping)
young rich n*gga and i’m flyer than nasa (fly)
f*ck all these n*ggas, they never been factors (b*tch)

- big moochie grape

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