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grafh & joyner lucas - big league كلمات أغنية

[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

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