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big moochie grape - patrick mahomes lyrics

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[intro]
(wonka secured the bag)
yeah (get the bag, king wonka)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yes, sir)

[chorus]
yeah, get it in, get it gone, rockin’ these championship rings like i’m patrick mahomes, yeah (championship)
druggin’ and thuggin’ and kickin’ with k!llers, they treat moochie like al capone (al capone)
uh, got ’em all speculatin’, n_ggas be watchin’, tryna see what i really been on, yeah (what?)
yeah, handle the business and personally go with my n_ggas, don’t talk over phones (nah)
yeah, put the hot sh_t in your dome (grrt), still runnin’ sh_t whеn i go back home (eastside)
got on my ice whеn i’m servin’ the cone (on the cone)
i’m the big boss n_gga, so you better watch your tone (watch it)
had me a name ‘fore a n_gga was known (known)
caught me a ball right in the end zone (end zone)
get out of line and get hit with the chrome (grrt, grrt)
i was stuck in the trap ‘fore i saw me a microphone (stuck in the trap)

[verse 1]
yeah, know the trap sh_t goin’ on and on (on and on)
n_ggas be bitin’, yeah, they really my clones (bitin’_ass n_gga)
stay on some fly sh_t, high as a drone (high)
rich street n_gga ‘fore i made me a song (real street n_gga)
my n_gga turned snake, so i cut off lil’ homie (cut his ass off)
know i be puttin’ on just like cologne (uh_huh)
super bad b_tch and i gave her the bone (ys, sir)
yeah, yeah (yeah), pull on on your block, it’s a code red (code red)
east haiti baby, gon’ shoot for the legs (east haiti)
grape, yeah, gang gotta free lil’ unccc out the feds (free unccc)
n_ggas be b_tches, they soft like ted (they hoes)
i said, “f_ck, i might need me a sled” (icy)
made me a profit, then jumped in the bed (the bed)
i cut off the b_tch, i want money instead (the munyun)
pockets got thigh pads, stuffed with the bread (racks)
baby, i’m trappin’ it out of east haiti (east haiti)
tuesday, sh_t, chain, back to the basis
wednesday, caught me a box with them babies
thursday, got the block hotter than satan (fah)
friday, and sat_rday, pop out with them haitians (them haitians)
trappin’ on sunday, we still goin’ crazy (go crazy)
brought out the maybach for special occasions (the maybach)
i was on dirt, but the rap had saved me (the rap had saved me)
[chorus]
get it in, get it gone, rockin’ these championship rings like i’m patrick mahomes, yeah (woo)
druggin’ and thuggin’ and kickin’ with k!llers, they treat moochie like al capone (woo)
uh, got ’em all speculatin’, n_ggas be watchin’, tryna see what i really been on, yeah (been on)
yeah, handle the business and personally go with my n_ggas, don’t talk over phones (nah)
yeah, put the hot sh_t in your dome (hot), still runnin’ sh_t when i go back home (back home)
got on my ice when i’m servin’ the cone (on the cone)
i’m the big boss n_gga, so you better watch your tone (yeah)
had me a name ‘fore a n_gga was known (known)
caught me a ball right in the end zone (goal)
get out of line and get hit with the chrome (grrt, fah, fah, fah)
i was stuck in the trap ‘fore i saw me a microphone

[verse 2]
yeah, send my lil’ n_ggas to hunt (to hunt), spend three hundred bands just less than a month (three hundred)
i f_ck with on your b_tch, then i take her to brunch (to brunch)
nothin’ but k!llers ’round me, i don′t f_ck with no chumps (uh_huh)
young n_gga be runnin’ sh_t like forrest gump (i run it)
maybach in the nosebleed, that’s how i stunt (smash)
straight out the east, we put n_ggas in blunt (the east)
my shooter secure the spot back to the front (the front)
big moochie back and these lil’ n_ggas done (they done)
my daddy just called me and said i’m the one (my daddy)
uppin’ this drac’ and i let the b_tch hum (grrt)
been gone for some years but i still run the slumps (on god)
go to the hood and get love from the bombs (uh_huh)
we up on that bullsh_t, they know how we come (we come)
n_gga play games and get hit with this drum (uh_huh)
you ain’t havin′ no money, better get some (gigantic)
[chorus]
get it in, get it gone, rockin’ these championship rings like i’m patrick mahomes, yeah (woo)
druggin’ and thuggin’ and kickin’ with k!llers, they treat moochie like al capone (woo)
uh, got ’em all speculatin’, n_ggas be watchin’, tryna see what i really been on, yeah (been on)
yeah, handle the business and personally go with my n_ggas, don’t talk over phones (nah)
yeah, put the hot sh_t in your dome (hot), still runnin’ sh_t when i go back home (back home)
got on my ice when i’m servin’ the cone (on the cone)
i’m the big boss n_gga, so you better watch your tone (yeah)
had me a name ‘fore a n_gga was known (known)
caught me a ball right in the end zone (goal)
get out of line and get hit with the chrome (grrt, fah, fah, fah)
i was stuck in the trap ‘fore i saw me a microphone (wonka secured the bag)

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