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shad da god - big body lyrics

[hook]
i swerve on a b-tch in the big body
i serve me a b-tch out the big body
i got all these pies in the big body
i got all these bands in the big body
i smoke cookie p in the big body
it’s 2 or 3 sticks in the big body
i got the boy’s b-tch in the big body
in that big rental, she bout it
she can get in the big body
we on them percocets, ridin’
and my lil b-tch gon get sloppy, get sloppy
in the back and they trapping
i still got my drugs, them boys cappin’
i serve them boys out the big body
i serve em with 30 round glockies

[verse 1]
pull up in burberry them n-gg-s got nervous
i’m not them folk and i’m coming through serving
sipping on cali-tec burping on purple, i’m not gon cape, imma work it
why we got sticks like we come from the cervix? i’m on the stop to my merky
it’s still rest in piece to the gang gang lil b-tch and i’m still rocking margiela furs
i put them new earrings on just for a bird, they 30-something racks just like a bird
my gang gang gon drop some sh-t just like a t-rd, he told me just give him the work
i talk, the b-tch, they cap, ain’t nothing, we give em the percs, we f-ckin’
i pour the ‘tec til it got muddy, i pour the sh-t til it get dirty
pour that sh-t out for my muhf-ckin’ buddy
they’ll get bout you, i’m riding with that 30
we gon get that money, we gon get it
gotta f-ck up two hoes for your spirit
had to crank that trap on them b-tches
had to load up them sticks with them biscuits
we all early like chicken biscuit
we shoot early like (?)

[verse 2]
all i wanted was a big body
all i wanted was a big choppa
all i wanted was a big bankroll, and a phantom or the (?)
i just want a big booty b-tch
put a percocet inside a b-tch
put a thousand blunts inside a b-tch
let her sip the lean if she bout the sh-t
i go really maison with the shopping sh-t
i do bankroll mafia typa sh-t
i dun mixed the fanta up with two zips
i dun left the house with like four clip
two hoes with us right now, four lips
i make the hoe say “free the goat!” ‘fore they hop in
you gotta have a big bankroll when you hop in
middle fingers out when another b-tch watching
i’m blowing weed out the window, b-tch watching
i dun served the bay area out my pocket
they don’t wanna talk bout g sh-t, switch the topic
and a n-gg- hit my phone, they be cappin’
n-gg- better hit my phone bout a b-tch
man these n-gg-s nervous man they need to stop it
i got goyard on my f-ckin’ wallet n-gg-
hermes score what i’m rockin’ n-gg-

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