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juice wrld - bigger (biscotti in the air) [full lyrics

[intro: juice wrld & ally lotti]
haha
this n_gga crazy (surf)
bae, say something on the mic
b_tch, i’m high as f_ck (yessir)
let me add ally to the second verse, she in there? (hey)
b_tch
smoking cookie crisp (yeah)
stupid b_tch (yeah, hahahaha)
(8_8_8_808 mafia)
all that sh_t, f_ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (all that sh_t)

[chorus]
f_ck your glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh_yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh, yeah)
i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b_tch (oh, yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
uh, young rich n_ggas, we rare (uh_huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh_huh)
louis v underwear (uh_huh)
vvs solar flare (uh_huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh_huh)
designer i wear (uh_huh)
bad vibes over there (uh_huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
[verse 1]
whole lotta gang sh_t kel_tec go bang
bust at the brain
bust_down my wrist with baguettes that’s the name (yeah)
lace up the guccis, and run to the bank (uh)
double r truck, pull out (uh)
kel_tec tucked in the back seat, pull out
f_ck n_gga run like a track meet, pull out (brr)
pop out, aim at him, knocked down, then i put
the top down
turn up the music, yeah rock out (yeah)
i need f_ll_tio, my c_ck out (yeah)
ion’ trust you hoes, still got my glock out
i used to stay two doors down from a crack house
two years later i was working in a crack house
n_ggas run in and gun twerking in a crack house
i was smoking ‘extendos, and white_outs (yeah)
my true jeans and ‘timbos, yeah
my shirt collar polo, yeah from tj max for the low, yeah
came a long way from those days, if i could go back there i would go there, cus’ i had all my bros’ there
nevermind i dont wanna go there

[chorus]
f_ck your glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh, yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh, yeah)
i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b_tch (oh, yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (oh, yeah)
uh, young rich n_ggas, we rare (uh_huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh_huh)
louis v underwear (uh_huh)
vvs solar flare (uh_huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh_huh)
designer i wear (uh_huh)
bad vibes over there (uh_huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
[verse 2]
im surfing on the wave, numbing all the pain, novocaine with the percs (uh)
im out my body [?], yeah i ain’t coming back to earth (uh uh)
without that molly best believe he ain’t gon’ k!ll n0body (haha)
my n_ggas don’t need no money, if i tell them they’ll k!ll somebody (brr)
uh, yeah
n_gga, what’s good?
four of my n_ggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah (brr)
wish you would, who do you think you are, young suge? uh, yeah (the f_ck?)
gettin’ in good, leave ’em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (yeah)
roll up ‘woods, pour up mud, let’s get stuck (b_tch)
where’d all the real ones go? we the only real ones, uh (that’s for real)
we in yo’ place, get in the way, we gon’ k!ll some (that’s for real)
i miss my dog, enemies fall, make him feel us (us)
won’t stop ’til we see blood, make him feel the real us (baow, baow, baow)
pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (yeah)
from the pain in our brains when they took when i gained (uh)
now the days ain’t the same
make me wanna scream out they names (f_ck)
no reply, so we gettin’ high, plottin’ from the other side (boom, boom)

- juice wrld lyrics

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