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big yavo - miss when grams were 20 lyrics

[intro]
(oh, my god, big gunt)
(b+b+b+b+b)

[chorus: big yavo]
ayy, my lil’ n+ggas sit in stanley bushes
d+mn, i miss when grams was twenty
usain bolt, we ran through money
if my sh+t ain’t stuffed, my pants feel funny
you a lil’ guy in the paint, i’m big yay drummond
ain’t talkin’ bad, this sh+t gettin’ bonkers
he not a track star, but he a runner
come through, wide body g+wagon look like a hummer

[verse 1: big yavo]
bulletproof ‘lac truck, yayski obama
when you got cake, it get funneled
girl, how you get all that ass in that romper?
baby, i know how to score, i got jumper
ayy, drank in my lap, this that thumper
ayy, i’m havin’ cheese like lasagna
what’s in your pockets, lil’ bruh? nunya
ayy, play me a beat, l’ma punch ’em

[verse 2: luh solider & big yavo]
ayy, give me a beat, l’ma get it and take down
i love how they chop sh+t, that’s some k rounds
how he pop sh+t, we don’t play ’round
gorillas, i been around them since the playground
i can’t lie, sh+t got gigantic
hit us, hop out and leave you in traffic
if i f+ck with you, dog, it’s organic
blood for blood, you can’t play with my family
whole lotta money, i seen it too
we eatin’, back then, we was starvin’
n+gga spoke on them sets, he was riskin’ his life, it was me that was clutching that carbon
it was me making sure that we ate
havin’ cheese, watchin’ out for the rats
make it flip, how you run up the sack
run it up, blow a bag, get it back
ayy, pockets full, the meter broke
thirsty ho ain’t seen cheese before
n+ggas really be in cb4
before the rap, they couldn’t see me, ho
knock it down just like dominoes
been in the gym, puttin’ pump in hoes
might take my main b+tch to pappadeaux’s
i want money, i don’t see the fun in hoes, they be nuts
if you chasin’ p+ssy but can’t keep no paper in your pocket, n+gga, what the f+ck?
ayy, ridin’ ’round smoking out the pound, you know that every ‘wood full of runtz
ayy, yeah, you should already know that i got it
bankroll on me and this b+tch sloppy
let your b+tch play around, she gon’ top me (let’s go)
[verse 3: big yavo]
ayy, when you havin’ that green, shorty come off that neck (come off)
i see through these n+ggas like mesh (they do)
if you try to play, you won’t pass the test (bah)
look, i just want the racks, f+ck the rest (f+ck it)
ayy, i just want the racks, f+ck all of that other sh+t (all of it)
she let me hit, i heard you love the b+tch (love her)
shorty a slew and you cuffin’ lil’ baby (cuffin’)
servin’ these turkeys my past, i’m stuffin’ these, baby (go)
slow down, stop rushin’, lil’ lady
you ain’t my b+tch, we just be f+ckin’ lil’ crazy (huh)
yayski be throwing them 4’s and i can’t be f+cked with like my cousin, lil’ baby (can’t)
racks in my britches and i got a crease (it’s creased)
this glock got a .50, boy, like big meech
pour up this lean and fire up this leaf
i can’t give you sh+t, i find out you leak
ask for somethin’ tell you, “hmm,” like lil’ reese (let’s go)
ridin’ with that yeah in the caprice
when i’m off that drank, it f+ck with my speech
just poured up that wock’ in a faygo peach (drank)

- big yavo lyrics

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