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big nut (lil nutty) - different bag lyrics

[intro]
ooo, aye turn that up

[chorus]
say you out here shootin’ but yo glock lookin’ dusty
brodie brought the ice, where the cup, i’m feelin’ muddy
i just had to bring two b+tches to the club wit’ me
i just had to f+ck two hoes up in the doubletree
glocky shootin’ out deep sounds, i call it choppa lee
i can’t let you go unless you run wit’ me
but i can’t put you on cause you don’t run the fiends
cuttin’ n+ggas up, like some coke, you know my sh+t clean

[verse]
now i’m in a different bag, huh
used to run off on these n+ggas, i gave ’em similac
but it’s a new phase, a young n+gga from a different lab
but i can’t be yo man, lil baby i’m married to the bag
whatchu sippin’, mud? whole 4 inside my coffee cup
bout to lean back on somе n+ggas, i don’t give a f+ck
i roll a wood for me, i ain’t worried, i got my sеmituck
last n+gga runnin’ his mouth had got his b+tch f+cked

but i ain’t sippin’ pop, this that d’ussé for my demonstration
dawg wanna be real smooth, we got to escalatin’
say you always hearin’ me talk, and you can’t translate it
thought you was the one, i f+cked up, you let the past take it
you don’t know the pain, you can see it in my lemonade
hear my momma thinkin, i be prayin’ for them better days
f+ck a roxy, i had a four inside my minutemaid
but once you make some pros, lil n+gga you stuck up in the game
once you on the road, lil n+gga you stuck up in the field
remember all them days chris told me how to flip pills
just a young n+gga, out the hood chasin’ eighty mil’
‘member gettin’ off with bb guns, but the clip real
d+mn i been sippin’ too much, i been sleepy lately
i’m just tryna kick back, chill, and be wit’ lil baby
all you b+tches so f+cked up, that’s why i gotta play you
visualize yourself on a t, got ’em contemplatin’
i’m the n+gga f+ckin’ yo b+tch, in the bed you lay in
really on the way to the road, but i’m not racin’
doc slid down with the nine, got the block sprayin’
cuttin’ sh+t up, hands burnin’ like a hot plate

miss my cuzzo, lost his life up in that driveway
i know you say you switchin’ yo ways, but you stay the same
lil freaky b+tch say she locked, i swear she playin’ games
prayin’ to the sky, i can’t see but it’s a better place
seein’ my past, i ain’t goin’ b+tch i’m stayin’ smooth
whole hunnid in my cup, and it’s a mountain dew
oh it’s two b+tches on my d+ck, i think i’d like to
one for the wood, one for mixin’ up that spray juice

[chorus]
+but yo glock lookin’ dusty
brodie brought the ice, where the cup, i’m feelin’ muddy
i just had to bring two b+tches to the club wit’ me
i just had to f+ck two hoes up in the doubletree
glocky shootin’ out deep sounds, i call it choppa lee
i can’t let you go unless you run wit’ me
but i can’t put you on cause you don’t run the fiends
cuttin’ n+ggas up, like some coke, you know my sh+t clean, aye
[outro]
n+gga, you know my sh+t clean
cuttin’ n+ggas up, like some coke, you know my sh+t clean
but i can’t put you on cause you don’t run the fiends

- big nut lil nutty lyrics

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