big moochie grape – big juice lyrics
[intro]
uh, yeah, yeah (let the band play)
hah, big moochie, yeah, yes, sir
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go
[verse]
diamonds on my neck, they boxin’ (diamonds on my neck)
send shots, a n+gga weigh all this toxin (all this toxin)
james harden, good with the rocket (fah, flah)
pull up to the trap and apply all the profit, yeah
thot b+tch full of the roxies (thot b+tch)
don’t f+ck with n+ggas like i’m sworn with the n+z+s, yeah
bite my swag, they copy (bite)
post in the spot with a whole lot of boxes (yes, sir)
pull up in my hood, get it poppin’, huh (get it poppin’)
cook a lil’ n+gga like hibachi (hibachi)
new prada kicks just cost me 1k, came a long way from huaraches, yeah (huaraches)
worrisome ass b+tch keep callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout i got money, i got c+cky (b+tch)
i done got rich quick, now they throwin’ big fits
think i signed with illuminati (yes, sir)
this year, i’m plottin’ on a ‘rari (‘rari)
f+ck that, might go’n and cop me a bugatti (skrrt, skrrt)
lil’ cuz just caught a body, huh (body)
sh+ttin’ on you n+ggas, h+ll nah, i’m not sorry (sh+ttin’ on you n+ggas)
four o’s in the bag, not talkin’ audi (uh+uh)
say one word, lil’ cuz get rowdy
gon’ crash about grape ’cause you know i got it
left pocket blue cheese, right pocket salad
dolce gabbana, don’t f+ck with no ballys (don’t f+ck with ballys)
thick b+tch goldmine, flew her from cali
ooh+wee, look like a young toni braxton (ooh)
straight to the room, break her down like a fraction (break her down)
send this b+tch home, then she send me a package (send this b+tch home)
callin’ my phone for exotic, i’m taxin’ (brrt)
came from the section 8, now it’s a mansion (section 8)
my b+tch, she saddity, my daughters, they fancy (yeah)
i lost my n+ggas and i lost some money (d+mn)
d+mn near lost my mind, godd+mn, i was f+cked up
got patient with time and i stayed on the grind
b+tch, look at me now, godd+mn, i done lucked up
ridin’ down mendenhall with the n+gga’s lil’ b+tch, gettin’ sucked up (sucked up)
yeah, she feelin’ my style ’cause she see the young n+gga ballin’ just like bill russell (bill russell)
with all these cl+sters
n+gga, i’m bill bellamy and you buster (buster)
let sh+t burn on a n+gga like usher (usher)
tell these f+ck n+ggas catch up, no mustard
blow+pop ass n+gga, all y’all suckers (suckers)
huggin’ the block and i ran all my bucks up (yeah)
f+ckin’ with big moochie, know that you f+cked up
i got the juice ’round this b+tch, get you touched up
i got the juice ’round this b+tch, get you f+cked up (yeah)
[outro]
hah, hah, yeah
yeah, let’s go
yeah, yeah, yes, sir
hey, hey, hey, big moochie
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