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jay fizzle - not average كلمات الأغنية

[intro: big moochie grape & jay fizzle]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
big tello (johnnyturnitup)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
ching, ching
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, gigantic
ayy, free muwop ’til that sh_t spelled backwards
uh, uh, uh, gigantic
gang sh_t, no lame sh_t
uh, uh, uh, big moochie

[verse 1: big moochie grape]
yeah, always been really frontline in the field, that’s why these n_ggas follow me (these n_ggas follow me)
yeah, n_ggas be talkin’ like b_tches, but that sh_t, it really don’t bother me (it really don’t bother me)
yeah, got money stuffed all in my pockets, lookin’ like i hit the lottery (racks, racks, yeah)
uh, young n_gga goin’ to the top, goin’ hard ’cause that’s where i gotta be (that’s where i gotta be)
all of my ex_b_tches tryna come back, tryna give me apologies (ha)
sit in the trap and i break down the pack and i whip it like pottery (whip)
5.56 hit his artery
east haiti baby, i’m stuck in the village, i run the whole colony
whatever i do, they gon’ copy me
n_ggas lil’ boys, they be mockin’ me
but they know it ain’t no stoppin’ me
f_ckin’ on bad b_tches by the three
pop me a 20, go hercules
b_tch, we c’t go public, can’t go on say cheese
f_cked her onne time no the eb_tch tryna date me
seen all this ice, now the b_tch tryna rape me (d_mn)
yeah, we can f_ck, but i can’t buy you celine
say she a maid, so i made that ho daydream (ha)
tryna get to me, she say that she crave me
ain’t lovin’ no ho, yeah, you b_tches get traded
broke on the b_tch, sold the p_ssy at days inn (yeah)
askin’ me how my life been, it’s amazin’ (it’s amazin’)
cashin’ big checks and big blunts i be blazin’
thick, pretty b_tch and she black and she asian
had some dark clouds, but i passed all them phases
love all my n_ggas, been stuck since the playpen
puttin’ that foul on them n_ggas since way then
i’m illuminati business, all that my n_ggas do is sin (on god)
[chorus: big moochie grape]
i got the game in a chokehold, foot on they neck though, got all my watches, tryna see what i’m finna do
young n_gga fresh as f_ck, vvv hittin’ up, designer_ed down, but i jordan_ed my tennis shoes
baguette my cartier, b_tches, they stop and stare, walkin’ up on me like, “you ain’t the average dude”
my lil’ homie with me, he got him a fifty, you thinkin’ sh_t sweet, frrt, frrt, he gon’ murder you

[verse 2: jay fizzle]
got a safe full of paper growin’ mildew
yeah, i’m ballin’ like a basketball player, but i ain’t hoopin’, only straps a n_gga shoot
tell the crowd it’s free moochie (free the gang)
i don’t f_ck with rappers, n_ggas cap, they coochie
neck and wrist froze, b_tch, i’m colder than an ice cooler
heard buddy hatin’ on me, but his b_tch been groupie
tell him better go and check his b_tch ’cause he callin’ me, i’m shootin’
swear i ain’t boxin’ no n_gga, try to come fight with them bullets
thirty round on me, now they wanna be the gang, gotta say so
every n_gga ’round me on go like a 304
bet the opps scared, n_ggas really don’t want smoke
tryna catch ’em with the chopper, knock ’em down like dominos
search my f_ckin’ friend, swear these n_ggas pablo
like clothes at the mall, place a tag on your toe
wanna keep your b_tch, put a tag on that ho
homie deep in his feelings, i’m deep in his big girl’s throat
heard they gon’ k!ll me, go tell ’em bring it on
why the f_ck i ain’t dead yet? tell them n_ggas stop prolongin’
tryna walk down, fah, fah, facetime his ass, no iphone
chop hold a hundred, hit your block, shoot for so long
swear i keep it on me, never catch me slippin’
yeah, i’m grape street for real, ho, don’t play with my crippin’
swear i’m tied down for real, always standin’ on business
think i’m takin’ perc’ 30s ’cause my trigger finger stay itchin’
yeah, i swear a n_gga still couldn’t see me, had 20/20 vision
got a pocket full of cheese like a philadelphia philly (racks)
tote a chopper on me, same size as a midget
can’t stand the heat, tell him stay his ass out the kitchen (p_ssy)
got the f&n on me, run up, do him like a pimple (f&n)
blue tips put a hole in his face, give him dimples (fah, fah)
spent 30k to the golds, i told ’em, “turn my t__th popsicle”
got your b_tch wanna f_ck ’cause i’m somethin’ that you not, n_gga
[chorus: big moochie grape]
i got the game in a chokehold, foot on they neck though, got all my watches, tryna see what i’m finna do
young n_gga fresh as f_ck, vvv hittin’ up, designer_ed down, but i jordan_ed my tennis shoes
baguette my cartier, b_tches, they stop and stare, walkin’ up on me like, “you ain’t the average dude”
my lil’ homie with me, he got him a fifty, you thinkin’ sh_t sweet, frrt, frrt, he gon’ murder you

[verse 3: big moochie grape]
n_gga, you a b_tch and no one ever hear of you
get a pallbearer, we gon’ make ’em put dirt on you
your family gon’ hurt when they go get a shirt of you
put this drac’ to your face and we make you play peekaboo (yes, sir)
i been with the sh_t the whole time, yeah, you n_ggas knew (yes, sir)
and them d_ck suckers with you, just know they gon’ get it too (yes, sir)
stackin’ my money up ’til it grow mildew (yeah, yeah)
trap, rob, and murder, the sh_t that i been through (yes, sir)

[outro: jay fizzle]
got a safe full of paper growin’ mildew
yeah, i’m ballin’ like a basketball player, but i ain’t hoopin’, only straps a n_gga shoot
tell the crowd it’s free moochie
i don’t f_ck with rappers, n_ggas cap, they coochie

- jay fizzle

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