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big league - grafh & joyner lucas lyrics

[intro]

[chorus: joyner lucas]
now i’m in the big league
climb my way to the top of the ranks
these n*ggas tryna get me
i can’t be like none of y’all n*ggas
your clothes don’t fit me
way too hot, believe it or not
that’s word to the ripley’s
ahead of my race, i’m in the first place
you hoes can’t trip me
f*ck out my face, i’m serving that bass
i got that whitney
keep it on the low, don’t tell these hoes
these feds might get me
still can’t give my heart to no b*tch
i’m way too picky
never pull up, my [?]
thеy gon’ try to [?]

[verse 1: grafh]
now i’m in the big league
now i’m in a six speed
switch speed, blowing on [?]
fiеnd in the kitchen saying “whip these”
panties in the way, i rip these
no days off, no sick leave
i charge but i charge
and nah, i don’t really take nothing off, no strip tease
i’m big dog, no misbreed
get on my level, i’m too [?] to settle
n*gga, i live in the ghetto, gripping the metal
i [?] in a kettle
you see gold [?] lightbulb and i dipped it in yellow
money is the root of evil
in god we trust so we tricking the devil
though i never chase take money
i attract and i take money
your girl got a fat ass, so what?
honestly it’s kinda shaped funny
if i say i’m about to put an album out then honestly you need to wait for me
’cause i influence all y’all
if you’re smart honestly you need to take from me
new york superhero, motherf*cker, honestly you need a cape from me
and tell your girl my d*ck’s addictive
b*tch, honestly you need a break from it
your [?] money, that’s play money
she bust it open, i dove in it
b*tch can’t cook, her grilled cheese got bones in it
[chorus: joyner lucas]
now i’m in the big league
climb my way to the top of the ranks
these n*ggas tryna get me
i can’t be like none of y’all n*ggas
your clothes don’t fit me
way too hot, believe it or not
that’s word to the ripley’s
ahead of my race, i’m in the first place
you hoes can’t trip me
f*ck out my face, i’m serving that bass
i got that whitney
keep it on the low, don’t tell these hoes
these feds might get me
still can’t give my heart to no b*tch
i’m way too picky
never pull up, my [?]
they gon’ try to [?]

[verse 2: joyner lucas]
b*tch gon’ ride in the backseat
said she gon’ treat my d*ck like a taxi
told her if she wanna get nasty
then she better suck that sh*t to the black meat
said she wanna take off this condom
f*ck that sh*t, little b*tch tryna trap me
n*ggas act like they got problems
then they wanna smile in my face and dap me
look, i ain’t with none of that mumbo jumbo
b*tch you get hit with mutumbo [?]
better be ready to rumble rumble
b*tch might live in a jungle jungle
i do not f*ck with you bunch of dummos
all [?] crumble stumble
i do this sh*t on a humble f*ck you
[?] get undo
she wanna chill but i really don’t want to
[?] these n*ggas really gon’ haunt you, for real
joyner [?] i’m really gon’ off you
f*ck is you thinking? i really don’t like you
n*gga, you know that i really get spiteful
i got the fire to really ignite you
burn down the crib while i’m gripping the bible
[chorus: joyner lucas]
now i’m in the big league
climb my way to the top of the ranks
these n*ggas tryna get me
i can’t be like none of y’all n*ggas
your clothes don’t fit me
way too hot, believe it or not
that’s word to the ripley’s
ahead of my race, i’m in the first place
you hoes can’t trip me
f*ck out my face, i’m serving that bass
i got that whitney
keep it on the low, don’t tell these hoes
these feds might get me
still can’t give my heart to no b*tch
i’m way too picky
never pull up, my [?]
they gon’ try to [?]

you hoes can’t trick me
you hoes can’t trick me
you hoes can’t trick me

- grafh joyner lucas lyrics

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