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allstar jr - big peach lyrics

[intro]
(nito, what up, my n+gga?)
bag life

[chorus]
i pour my drink in big peach, my watch cost a sixty (sixty)
i just woke up in the urus, man, somebody pinch me (this isn’t crazy, nito)
hit your block, sh+t steep, we gon’ let that switch sweep (fah, fah, fah, fah)
wanna see me make a quarter million, then give me six week (give me six weeks)

[verse 1]
we gon’ say he sent two million bands, can you cash that? (come on)
stop playin’ with me, jr fully loaded, need a fresh batch (f+ck is odor)
had two hundred pounds, now it’s ten, where the rest at?
forgot i had cuz, sent one ninety to this address (oh yeah, it’s right)
sometimes i be forgettin’ that i’m such a distributor (i be forgettin’)
swear i love ice, but i hate these n+ggas jewelry (i hate their sh+t, n+gga, it’s trash)
you would think i’m boycottin’ by the way, i drop louis
way i order walk+downs, bee d+mn near caught a boost (they be the gang, i got it)
hundreds bulgin’ out my pants like i got a granddad (d+mn)
h+ll nah, not no old man, b+tch, it’s seventy+five bands (woo)
when you coppin’ from my spot, you gotta sign in
y’all gon’ f+ck around and fold, why the f+ck you sign him?
with his lil’ lyin’ ass (he’s cap), he can’t sell a dime bag
well connected in the trenches, in the hood like comcast (everybody know us)
you wanna see that red wine, hit him in his wine glass (baow)
i should get this b+tch baguettes with her lil’ fine ass
[chorus]
i pour my drink in big peach, my watch cost a sixty (i like that big peach soda)
i just woke up in the urus, man, somebody pinch me (you wouldn’t believe this ’til you hear it, dog)
hit your block, sh+t steep (fah, fah), we gon’ let that switch sweep (fah, fah)
wanna see me make a quarter million (everybody though), then give me six week (throw that jinx off)
i pour my drink in big peach (i pour my drink in), my watch cost a sixty (my watch cost a what?)
i just woke up in the urus, man, somebody pinch me (sixty weeks, n+gga, stop lyin’, n+gga)
hit your block, sh+t steep, we gon’ let that switch sweep (yeah)
wanna see me make a quarter million (yeah), then give me six week (give me six weeks)

[verse 2]
ayy, plug never play with me, he know i ain’t for bettin’ (he know i ain’t)
shot up they whip, it’s buyin’ fifty, f+ck it, take my present (take my watch, n+gga)
last batch was f+cked up, i gotta make it better
they wanted six, i showed some love, so they made it seven (phew)
i flew her out to houston, took her out and got a bottle
sent some cases to her city and i f+cked her at the block (that’s a lil’ tea for him)
this chrome heart vintage like a ’96 impala
i get fresh for opp parties and i pull up with them yoppers (yeah)
juvie, jizzle, turk, wayne hot (hot, hot), do my thing, i
real life, i’m the bird, man, we got the same watch (blrrrd)
my n+gga chase you down the court, so he in range now
that draco hit that boy with force, so he in pain now (got him)
dead cattle on my face, i wore my eyes buffs
i think he lyin’ ’bout the bag, why you ain’t nice stuffed? (why?)
that lil’ b+tch got some potential if she piped up (i swear)
really, i ain’t got the time for it, but we might f+ck (i might)
[chorus]
i pour my drink in big peach, my watch cost a sixty (tribular train)
i just woke up in the urus, man, somebody pinch me (this b+tch cost a sixty piece)
hit your block, sh+t steep (it’s that lamb’ truck too), we gon’ let that switch sweep (did you know that?)
wanna see me make a quarter million (baow), then give me six week (we see the man, turn around)
i pour my drink in big peach (yeah), my watch cost a sixty (shows always packed when i’m on tour)
i just woke up in the urus, man, somebody pinch me (i got it for the get+low)
hit your block, sh+t steep, we gon’ let that switch sweep (phew)
wanna see me make a quarter million (phew), then give me six week (give me six weeks)

[outro]
ayy, all my dead opps, i know y’all n+ggas see me gettin’ off out here
ha, ha, you’re scared of what?
ha

- allstar jr lyrics

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