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big yavo - miss when grams were 20 lyrics

[intro]
(oh, my god, big gunt)
(b_b_b_b_b)

[chorus: big yavo]
ayy, my lil’ n_ggas sit in stanley bushes
d_mn, i miss when grams was twenty
usain bolt, we ran through money
if my sh_t ain’t stuffed, my pants feel funny
you a lil’ guy in the paint, i’m big yay drummond
ain’t talkin’ bad, this sh_t gettin’ bonkers
he not a track star, but he a runner
come through, wide body g_wagon look like a hummer

[verse 1: big yavo]
bulletproof ‘lac truck, yayski obama
when you got cake, it get funneled
girl, how you get all that ass in that romper?
baby, i know how to score, i got jumper
ayy, drank in my lap, this that thumper
ayy, i’m havin’ cheese like lasagna
what’s in your pockets, lil’ bruh? nunya
ayy, play me a beat, l’ma punch ’em

[verse 2: luh solider & big yavo]
ayy, give me a beat, l’ma get it and take down
i love how they chop sh_t, that’s some k rounds
how he pop sh_t, we don’t play ’round
gorillas, i been around them since the playground
i can’t lie, sh_t got gigantic
hit us, hop out and leave you in traffic
if i f_ck with you, dog, it’s organic
blood for blood, you can’t play with my family
whole lotta money, i seen it too
we eatin’, back then, we was starvin’
n_gga spoke on them sets, he was riskin’ his life, it was me that was clutching that carbon
it was me making sure that we ate
havin’ cheese, watchin’ out for the rats
make it flip, how you run up the sack
run it up, blow a bag, get it back
ayy, pockets full, the meter broke
thirsty ho ain’t seen cheese before
n_ggas really be in cb4
before the rap, they couldn’t see me, ho
knock it down just like dominoes
been in the gym, puttin’ pump in hoes
might take my main b_tch to pappadeaux’s
i want money, i don’t see the fun in hoes, they be nuts
if you chasin’ p_ssy but can’t keep no paper in your pocket, n_gga, what the f_ck?
ayy, ridin’ ’round smoking out the pound, you know that every ‘wood full of runtz
ayy, yeah, you should already know that i got it
bankroll on me and this b_tch sloppy
let your b_tch play around, she gon’ top me (let’s go)
[verse 3: big yavo]
ayy, when you havin’ that green, shorty come off that neck (come off)
i see through these n_ggas like mesh (they do)
if you try to play, you won’t pass the test (bah)
look, i just want the racks, f_ck the rest (f_ck it)
ayy, i just want the racks, f_ck all of that other sh_t (all of it)
she let me hit, i heard you love the b_tch (love her)
shorty a slew and you cuffin’ lil’ baby (cuffin’)
servin’ these turkeys my past, i’m stuffin’ these, baby (go)
slow down, stop rushin’, lil’ lady
you ain’t my b_tch, we just be f_ckin’ lil’ crazy (huh)
yayski be throwing them 4’s and i can’t be f_cked with like my cousin, lil’ baby (can’t)
racks in my britches and i got a crease (it’s creased)
this glock got a .50, boy, like big meech
pour up this lean and fire up this leaf
i can’t give you sh_t, i find out you leak
ask for somethin’ tell you, “hmm,” like lil’ reese (let’s go)
ridin’ with that yeah in the caprice
when i’m off that drank, it f_ck with my speech
just poured up that wock’ in a faygo peach (drank)

- big yavo lyrics

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