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juice wrld - bigger lyrics

[intro]
haha, yeah, this n+gga crazy
bae, say somethin’ on the mic
b+tch i’m high as f+ck
(yo, slime)
lemme make a second verse, yeah
b+tch, smoking cookie crisp, yeah
stupid b+tch, yeah, all that sh+t
f+ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits, all that sh+t

[chorus]
f+ck your glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh 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)
bad vibes over thеre (uh+huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in thе air

[verse 1]
whole lotta gang sh+t, k!ll+tech go bang
bust out the brains, ice on my wrist, bugatti’s the name
mess up the glizzies and run to the bank, all black truck, pull out, k!ll+tech in the backseat, f+ck n+gga run like a track meat
pull out, hop out, aiden turn up the music, yeah rock out
..i don’t wanna go there
[chorus]
f+ck your glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh 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)
bad vibes over there (uh+huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

[bridge]
i’m surfing on the wave, numbing all the pain
nova+cane with the percs, i’m out my body
give me the biscotti, i ain’t coming back to earth
without the money, best believe he ain’t gon’ k!ll n0body
yeah, my n+ggas don’t need no money, if i tell ’em they gon’ k!ll somebody

[verse 2]
uh, yeah
n+gga, what’s good?
four of my n+ggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah
wish you would, 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, fire from the other side
[chorus]
f+ck your glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh 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)
bad vibes over there (uh+huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

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