Music PlayLists
      Login
      Big

      Big

      Juice Wrld

      Album: Death Race For Love

      Escuchar lo mejor de la musica de Juice Wrld

      Juice Wrld - Big Música y Letra

      [Intro]
      Hmm, uh-huh
      (Hit-Boy)
      Bitch
      Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
      I done, I done made it
      I done made it, made it, yeah
      I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though
      Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
      Fuck nigga
      Uh, yeah
      
      [Chorus]
      I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
      Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
      I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
      I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
      Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
      Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
      I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
      Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
      Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
      
      [Verse]
      If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
      50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
      I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
      I ain't Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
      We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
      Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
      That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
      Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
      I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah
      I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
      I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let's go)
      She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?
      Fuck is you doin' here? Why is you shootin' here?
      Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
      Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
      Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
      You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé
      Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
      Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I'ma still get laid
      Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed
      I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it)
      Chicago shit, Chicago nigga
      Fuckin' with a Philadelphia bitch
      Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn't tick
      Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
      Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich
      Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't forget shit
      You don't know when to stand
      You got it bad, man, come in, oh
      Oh, baby, come in
      Man, I don't forget shit
      Uh, yeah
      
      [Chorus]
      I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
      Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
      I done Meta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
      I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
      Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
      Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
      I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
      Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
      Army sergeant, no rank, yeah

      Juice Wrld - Big Música y Letra

      RELATED ARTIST


      TOP ARTIST

      Lyrics

      Cerrar
      songartist

        Login with:

        Cerrar
        Continuar