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juice wrld - big swag (studio sesh) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
yeah_yeah
on that b_tch, drip (drip), on that b_tch, ball (ball)
in the studio (yeah), had to turn my phone off (off)
workin’ for a new car (skrrt, skrrt), i’ma hit a burnout (skrrrt)
just to make these n_ggas mad, yeah, i go all out (ya dig?)

[chorus]
on that big swag (yeah), on that big sauce
on that b_tch, drip (yeah), on that b_tch, ball
on that big swag (yeah), on that big sauce
on that b_tch, drip (yeah), on that b_tch, ball
hater mad, hater really p_ssed off (yeah, yeah)
do yo’ dance on they ass, make ’em p_ssed off (yeah, yeah)
on that big swag (yeah), on that big sauce (yeah)
on that b_tch, drip (yeah), on that b_tch, ball (yеah)
on that b_tch

[post_chorus]
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a chеck
[verse 1]
fallin’, all my shots be fallin’ (they be fallin’)
like spalding, the way a young n_gga be ballin’, yeah (i be ballin’)
love dior so much, f_ck a price tag (rich)
i need everything on the shoe rack (yeah, yeah, yeah)
richer than a b_tch, i can’t go back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
wavy n_gga , f_ck a durag
and f_ck yo’ crew, yeah
i heard they scared to shoot, yeah (ya dig?)
and i heard they all be on the same sh_t
hatin’ the basic, lookin’ at the money they ain’t makin’ (ya dig, ya dig, ya dig?)
sauce on ’em, drip on ’em, ball on ’em, yeah
sauce on ’em, drip on ’em, ball on ’em, yeah

[post_chorus]
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check
[verse 2]
d_mn, would you look at the time (tick tock)
the whole wide world is feelin’ the vibe (ya dig?)
sit down, buckle up, it’s a long ride (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
this a sp_ceship, all hands inside (skrrt)
zoom (out here), past the hate
in the room (in the room), gravitate
from your doom (from your doom), to a new day (to a new)
i pour you up some lean with some d’ussé (pour you up a few)
not a role model, i just know how it go (know how it go)

do this for the kids, yeah, the fans at my shows (fans at my shows)
if she don’t love you, let her go, he a hater, let him know (let him know)
then throw them hundreds in the air and turn up the stereo (rich, rich, rich)

[post_chorus]
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check

[verse 3]
yeah, i need a full red
run up on me, you dead
you get this shot in the head
b_tch, i don’t f_ck with feds
i’m tryna f_ck, yeah
tell that b_tch open her legs
i do not f_ck with feds
take this gun to the head
designer my clothes, yeah
designer my drugs, yeah
designer my hoes, yeah
xanny, perc’, yeah
xanny, percocet, it feel perfect, yeah
dumpin’ on yo’ set, n_gga, f_ck it
i’m with all the f_ck sh_t, so high, i can’t function, yeah
i pop pills ’til i f_ck up my stomach, yeah
give her pipes ’til she call me a plumber, yeah
he go dumb on that sh_t, i go dumber, yeah
run up on me, that .40’s a dumper, yeah
i’m a dog with this sh_t, yes, i hump her, yeah
i go shoot, b_tch, like iman, no shumpert, yeah
i pop xans, i do percs, that’s for comfort, yeah
run up on me, then you better take cover, yeah
.40 on me, get to shootin’, get to bussin’, yeah
sick of n_ggas, started takin’ robitussin, yeah
ain’t with fightin’, ain’t with fussin’, ain’t with tusslin’, yeah
run up on me, chopper causin’ an eruption, yeah
huh, clip up in my pants like an erection, yeah
freestyle, boy, this sh_t look like perfection, yeah
got my hand on my money and my weapon, yeah
i got first to you, that b_tch sloppy seconds, yeah
huh, money, p_ssy, power, that’s a preference, yeah
open up like a christmas present, yeah
i’m a king, you’s a godd_mn peasant, yeah
run up on me, .40 teach you a lesson, yeah
huh, you ain’t gettin’ money, get to steppin’, yeah
huh, never in my life have i felt threatened, yeah
huh, pop pills and the pain lessens
but, i don’t learn lessons, yeah (ha, ha, ayy)
pull up on the scenes, just me and my weapon, yeah
huh, made another day, it’s a blessing, yeah
huh, let’s go on a date up in heaven
[chorus]
on that big swag (yeah), on that big sauce
on that b_tch, drip (yeah), on that b_tch, ball
on that big swag (yeah), on that big sauce
on that b_tch, drip (yeah), on that b_tch, ball
hater mad, hater really p_ssed off (yeah, yeah)
do yo’ dance on they ass, make ’em p_ssed off (yeah, yeah)
on that big swag (yeah), on that big sauce (yeah)
on that b_tch, drip (yeah), on that b_tch, ball (yeah)
on that b_tch

[post_chorus]
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check

[verse 4]
bro said he’ll be off the drugs in the field
i was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal
if a n_gga in our way, he get k!lled
huh, that’s for real, huh, that’s for real
f_ck how you feel
it’s all about the dollar bills
if i get locked up, no i won’t squeal, uh, that’s for real
i don’t remember what happened anyway, i was off of the pills, for real
yeah, yeah, yeah
choppa on me, big dog
you want beef, then a nina get you steak sauce
pockets fat, no diet, b_tch, rick ross
r. kelly with these hoes, they be p_ssed off, yeah
sippin’ on the crystal
vvs up in my wrist just like some crystals, huh
ballin’ hard like chris paul
you n_gga funny to me like chris rock (chris rock, chris rock)
bullets sharp, then a b_tch like, “en garde,” ha, ha
break yo’ back then yo’ heart, yeah
huh, nina in the truck, i’m gon’ spark it
roll that weed up and spark it
two hits, then i’m dancin’ with them martians
yeah, like marvin, huh, ayy
look, i’m the chief, i’m the sergeant, yeah, ayy
only one of me, f_ck a squadron
i feel like future, hendrix i’m honest
i’m just bein’ honest, purple passion
hit from the back, d_mn, then she backspin
why you cappin’? i know redcoats
like what’s brackin’? that’s on god, i go hard
put that on my squad, .40 on me, bodyguard
he’ll tear you apart, you get stomped right in the yard
tear your mans apart, i don’t know why he start
dread my head just like i’m coolio
ballin’ like i’m rubio
catch me in the newest whip f_ckin’ on the newest ho
ballin’ out like kobe, oh
huh, make the gun sing, that b_tch look like ovo

[post_chorus]
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check

[verse 5]
put that knife around my heart, .40 with a dart
i’ll tear yo’ ass apart, put that on the gang
yeah, i put that on the squad, i put that on god
i put that on god, i’ma get rich, yeah
every godd_mn, goin’ down, goin’ hard
huh, pull your card
huh, .40 on me, i don’t need no bodyguard
huh, f_ck that second place sh_t, i’m takin’ charge, huh
yeah, you’ll get stomped like the yard, that’s on god, on allah, huh

yeah, on my gang, on my squad, oh my god, i go hard, ha, yeah, ayy
that’s just how it is, that’s just how we are (that’s just how we are, just how we are)
that’s on god, oh my god
yeah, i go hard, yeah, that’s on god
yeah, i take charge, yeah, i’ma f_ck yo’ b_tch up in my front yard
yeah, doin’ percs up in my front yard
yeah, oh ménage, yeah, ménage à trois
yeah, she drop her top, yeah, to give me top
yeah, that’s on god, huh
yeah, yeah, baby, that’s on god, huh
yeah, yeah, i cannot deny
i’m so different, i ain’t like those other guys
you should listen, to all of they other cries
they not like i, huh, ayy, they fake n_ggas up in this b_tch

[post_chorus]
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check
young rich n_gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n_gga run up a check

[outro]
you know how it goes
fans at my shows
let him know
ya dig?

- juice wrld

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