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juice wrld - biscotti in the air *bigger* كلمات الأغنية

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intro]
hm, yeah, this n_gga crazy
bae, say somethin’ on the mic
b_tch i’m high as f_ck
lemme hear the second verse
smokin’ cookie crisp, b_tch
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 (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)
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)
f_ck her 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 out a brain, put the wrist and the baguettes in my name
[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)
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)
f_ck her over there (uh_huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

[verse]
…uh, yeah
n_gga, what’s good?
four of my n_ggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah
wish you would, who do you think you are? young suge, uh, yeah
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, let me fall, make him feel us (us)
won’t stop ’till 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, uh)
now the days ain’t the same
make me wanna scream out they names (let’s go)
no reply, so we gettin’ high, plottin’ from the other side
[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)
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)
f_ck her over there (uh_huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

- juice wrld

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