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stanwill - big show كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
yeah, huh
what up, gavin?
haha
yeah, all my, yeah

[verse]
all my n_ggas pourin’ juice in they coffee cups
got it on my own, ain’t n0body ever bossed me up
chains water, i hit hutch, tell my baby, “boss me up”
keep a weapon on me, let him reach, been done chalked him up
huh, yeah, okay, all my b_tches like b_tches just as much as me
thinkin’ i’ma wrestle, you gon’ tussle with the beam
i be card crackin’, unky jugglin’ the fiends
mike amiri stuffed, she tryna suck me through the jeans
yeah, be done bought a b_tch an xbox, i don’t play with hoes
triple_f_ckin’_s now, i used to have asics on
anywhere you see me, gotta know my bl!ck came along
you like hugh hefner with your gang, boy, you hang with hoes
yeah, all my opps be mad as h_ll, b_tches f_ckin’ glad as h_ll
me and gang in neiman marcus trippin’, b_tch, we grabbin’ sh_lls
on his block, if he don’t duck that taco, he gon’ grab a sh_ll
scoop the dub up out a pnc, the opps be grabbin’ l’s
goose coat, chrome heart hoodie, it’s a warm winter
diors, christian, funny i’m a natural born sinner
crab legs, calamari steak, you can’t afford dinner
f_ck a scat, 2023, b_tch, i’m a porsche spinner
bought a mower for the snakes, i ain’t worried ’bout no longs
they don’t even bite, dummy, i ain’t worried ’bout your dogs
i got fifty on me, f_ck it, might leave thirty in the mall
be done beat your buddy up, because we heard he be with y’all
spit the glocky out the mink, i’m lookin’ like an alpaca
catch him in that field and run him down, i bet we have backup
i don’t think my opps can run it up, go throw a calf at him
bein’ broke a joke for real, i see the opps and laugh at ’em
rushin’ to the pape’, b_tch, i’m lookin’ like a soviet
quick to tell a b_tch, “get off my d_ck if you ain’t blowin’ it”
you can’t put that p_ssy on me less you let my bro in it
i’m the definition of a g.o.a.t., the b_tches knowin’ it
palm angel joggy in a demon, b_tch, i’m ass backwards
at the habor house, the waiter know me as the crab cracker
how you want a bad b_tch but you can’t throw a bag at her?
if you up on bro, you better blow it, he a mag jacker
push_start the whip and skrrt off, andale
get the lo’ and pull up with my migos, get his casa sprayed
gang boxed the booth with turtle pie, b_tch, i can’t concentrate
he ain’t fifty_five, but in his pop, unky droppin’ eights
sbdsm, i promise they can’t f_ck with us
we gon’ show you who got bounce for real, you say it’s up with us
give a f_ck what you sayin’ if we can’t go buck for buck
i’m in the strip drunk, tossin’ more than you and touchin’ b_tts
let a n_gga touch my babies, it’s gon’ be a casualty
this b_tch want my all, i told her she can’t even get half of me
let us get the lo’ on that one opp, we spinnin’ actively
christian loubies spikey than a b_tch like how a cactus be
whippin’ 2022s off the lot
ain’t no f_ckin’ handyman but it’s a tool in his box
drop whatever, bro a fool with his pops
better not try it, swear dorian a fool with the glock
beefin’ with the gang is somethin’ i can’t recommend
thinkin’, “should i slide with the glocky or the f&n?”
i can really put this b_tch down and go and test his chin
like school all over, in my closet, i see f’s again
yes, yes, that’s the fendi wear
pockets lookin’ like the big show, lot of benjies there
you won’t see me in the club ‘less the bl!ckie there
rock a lot of chrome for my heart ’cause it’s empty there
[outro]
no cap, though
sh_tty…

- stanwill

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