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g.t. – big body lyrics

[chorus]
be careful when you bagging that big body up
my n+ggas they get money and they bodied up
we grind hard for this sh+t n+gga, wasn’t nothing luck
i got picked up from the county in a maybach truck
my feet up in the backseat, [?] rolling up
i was vip in clubs and i wasn’t old enough
i had to go back to my jeweler, i wasn’t froze enough
stop talking work to me, you ain’t sold enough

[verse]
they used to tell me come back when i was old enough
i grab the pistol, i grab the sack, i told em n+ggas i’m grown as f+ck
them 762s get to flipping, i bet they fold em up
i got like fifty bands, two fns in my pants
i can’t hold em up, ain’t no n+gga gone hold me up
i’m working like i ain’t got one dollar but i’m really up
nah for real n+gga, i’m really up
i bought a chain and watch, i could have went and bought a bentley truck
i be around snakes, n+ggas slimy, n+ggas sl!ck as f+ck
around them heavyweights, them n+ggas will slam yo ass and pick you up
n+ggas think you sweet, they gone rock you to sleep and stick you up
we got on heavy chains, we got them pistols tucked
cameras down the block, we saw em coming, it’s already tucked
the rose gold a anniversary, the white a 41
i really started getting some real cheese when i turned 21
whatchu mean you ain’t cop more than one? your trap slow or what?
[chorus]
be careful when you bagging that big body up
my n+ggas they get money and they bodied up
we grind hard for this sh+t n+gga, wasn’t nothing luck
i got picked up from the county in a maybach truck
my feet up in the backseat, [?] rolling up
i was vip in clubs and i wasn’t old enough
i had to go back to my jeweler, i wasn’t froze enough
stop talking work to me, you ain’t sold enough

[verse 2: veeze]
brr! brr! brr!
yeah, you know i’m good ain’t no sh+t
that lil sh+t you doing, we don’t call that bragging
this really my life, you can call that fashion
hunnid pounds ain’t sh+t, that’s light n+gga, we don’t even call that trappin
i don’t smoke [?] white as ash
i got a bad ass b+tch, be scamming, she bought to buy a patek
she tryna show me sh+t with the profiles, give me a free ass mansion
[?] begged this b+tch from paris to fly to atlanta
take her down to miami, the word is she was like [?]
three or four drugs in my satchel, n+gga can’t see us, we off this planet
i got a lean habit, look at my cup it’s pink like salmon
bruh i say f+ck the cameras, see that n+gga, he gone box his casket
so geeked up when i’m off the pills, i had to dark my glasses
all my jeans come with bandana, feel like a bandit
all my n+ggas they all protective, n+gga, ain’t no lacking
this lil b+tch say she wanna be down, i feel like she brandy
i don’t give a f+ck if you come with a porsche, [?]
[chorus]
be careful when you bagging that big body up
my n+ggas they get money and they bodied up
we grind hard for this sh+t n+gga, wasn’t nothing luck
i got picked up from the county in a maybach truck
my feet up in the backseat, [?] rolling up
i was vip in clubs and i wasn’t old enough
i had to go back to my jeweler, i wasn’t froze enough
stop talking work to me, you ain’t sold enough

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