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lil uzi vert - big big lyrics

[intro]
yeah
okay

[chorus]
forty on me and it’s big, big, big (forty)
bad b+tch on me, yeah, she said my bank account big, big (cha+ching)
i don’t give a f+ck about a godd+mn pig
n+ggas talkin’ sh+t? smoke his ass like a d+mn cig’ (cigarette)
forty on me and it’s big, big, big (big, forty)
bad b+tch on me, yeah, she said my bank account big, big (cha+ching)
i don’t give a f+ck about a godd+mn pig
n+ggas talkin’ sh+t? smoke his ass like a d+mn cig’ (lil uzi)

[verse 1]
she givin’ knock, if i call her, ayy
lil uzi vert f+ck ten b+tches a day
how the f+ck could you ever say i’m gay?
if you is that, then that’s okay
only said that for the f+ckin’ word play
try to just cancel me, i’m here to stay (what? stay)
we throwin’ sh+lls like a clam, no old bay
why the f+ck would i just want my old bae?
sometimes i don’t want the new one, look at my pocket, i stay with thе blue ones, ayy
she suck my d+ck, t+pain, i’m too sprung
on my lifе, felt like this b+tch she got two tongues, ayy
f+ck your wife, we call it milf, don’t call it derrière (yeah)
bad b+tch on me, yeah, she tryna just, um, bring it here
i had spikes for like two weeks and had to cut my hair (ayy)
diamonds on emergency, sting, it hit just like a flare (yeah)
sippin’ on emergency, like lean ’cause i’m too sick to care (woah)
she gon’ ride my d+ck on manual, the way she grind my gears
smokin’ on that za+za+za
put it in the air, put it in the air (ayy)
put it in the air (ayy), put it in the f+ckin’— (woah)
[chorus]
forty on me and it’s big, big, big (forty)
bad b+tch on me, yeah, she said my bank account big, big (cha+ching)
i don’t give a f+ck about a godd+mn pig (f+ck 12)
n+ggas talkin’ sh+t? smoke his ass like a d+mn cig’ (cigarette)
forty on me and it’s big, big, big (big, forty)
bad b+tch on me, yeah, she said my bank account big, big (cha+ching)
i don’t give a f+ck about a godd+mn pig
n+ggas talkin’ sh+t? smoke his ass like a d+mn cig’

[verse 2]
tradin’ in all of my balenciaga (ayy)
americana, i’m rockin’ that prada (ayy)
took her to maury like i’m not the father (you are not, bye)
how could i be, if i had on the collar?
n+ggas, they made like a zip of gelato (ayy)
i put a zip of the drip in a bottle
wock’ is so thick that it’s hard just to swallow (ayy)
life is like delta wave (dice), that you got’ gamble (yeah)
i’m in the trap house, this is a bando (ayy)
workin’ that white girl like corey gamble
i am so high like the f+ck would i land for?
gun ain’t stowed, but your ass will get jammed, bro (ayy)
shootin’ my shot like i came with the ammo
bangin’ on wax’ll leave you with a candle
water on me like name is just shamu
she give me head like she sellin’ that shampoo (ayy)
[chorus]
forty on me and it’s big, big, big (forty)
bad b+tch on me, yeah, she said my bank account big, big (cha+ching)
i don’t give a f+ck about a godd+mn pig
n+ggas talkin’ sh+t? smoke his ass like a d+mn cig’ (cigarette)
forty on me and it’s big, big, big (forty)
bad b+tch on me, yeah, she said my bank account big, big (cha+ching)
i don’t give a f+ck about a godd+mn pig
n+ggas talkin’ sh+t? smoke his ass like a d+mn cig’

[outro]
[?]
big, big, big
smokin’ out the cig’

- lil uzi vert lyrics

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