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juice wrld - bigger (biscotti in the air) lyrics

[intro]
this n+gga crazy
bae say sum’ on the mic
b+tch i’m high as f+ck bro
[?]…
smoking cookie crisp
…
f+ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (all that sh+t)
[chorus]
f+ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
uh, pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh yeah)
yeah, i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b+tch (oh yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (oh yeah)
young rich n+ggas, we rare (uh+huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh+huh)
louis v underwear (uh+huh)
vvs solar flare (uh+huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh+huh)
designer i wear (uh+huh)
f+ck her over there (uh+huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

[verse 1: unheard]

[chorus]
f+ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
uh, pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh yeah)
yeah, i got a job for you hoеs, finding a bigger b+tch (oh yeah)
tryna move that cocainе by the zip, hide it by your tits (oh yeah)
young rich n+ggas, we rare (uh+huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh+huh)
louis v underwear (uh+huh)
vvs solar flare (uh+huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh+huh)
designer i wear (uh+huh)
f+ck her over there (uh+huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
[verse 2]
…uh, yeah
n+gga, what’s good?
four of my n+ggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah
wish you would (yeah), who do you think you are? young suge, uh, yeah
gettin’ in good, leave ’em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (yeah)
roll up woods, pour up mud, let’s get stuck (b+tch)
where’d all the real ones go? we the only real ones, uh (that’s for real)
we in yo’ place, get in the way, we gon’ k!ll some (that’s for real)
i miss my dog, let me fall, make him feel us (us)
won’t stop ’till we see blood, make him feel the real us (baow, baow, baow)
pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (yeah)
from the pain in our brains when they took when i gained (uh, uh)
now the days ain’t the same
make me wanna scream out they names (let’s go)
no reply, so we gettin’ high, plottin’ from the other side

[chorus]
f+ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
uh, pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh yeah)
yeah, i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b+tch (oh yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (oh yeah)
young rich n+ggas, we rare (uh+huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh+huh)
louis v underwear (uh+huh)
vvs solar flare (uh+huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh+huh)
designer i wear (uh+huh)
f+ck her over there (uh+huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

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