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william aston - big&puff lyrics

[verse 1: william aston]
what it bout my n-gg-
make a couple dollars then i’m out my n-gg-
skinny n-gg- runnin’ off of clout my n-gg-
i’m just tryna show you what its bout my n-gg-
my n-gg- my n-gg-, my n-gg- my n-gg-
i’m buggin’ the f-ck out
let me introduce you to the bad guy
like two or three phones
when they call my number
i don’t owe you sh-t, b-tch leave me alone
whip game like i went straight to the league
and my wrist game look like it came straight from rome
your girl said i could have whatever i want sh-t
and i went straight to the dome
b-tch you ain’t takin’ me alone
b-tch i wasn’t taking you period
you know a n-gg- gotta play dumb
cause my girl might be hearing

[hook]
yeah you know i got that
whatever you want, yeah i got that sh-t
yeah you know i got that
fast whips, yeah i got that
couple trips, yeah i got that sh-t
girl you know i got that sh-t
whatever you want, yeah i got that sh-t
(rose) i got that sh-t
i got that sh-t, i got that sh-t
louis v, girl you know i got that sh-t
girl you know i got that sh-t
i got that sh-t, i got that sh-t
girl you know i got that sh-t
girl you know i got that sh-t
[verse 2: william aston]
no shoes in my condo, bare feet when she walk in
headed straight to my bedroom, ain’t with all that talkin’
man up cause your man down, layin’ in that coffin’
and you know who did it man you a lame motherf-cker
man i wish a n-gg- would try to run up on my brother
i do what i say, yeah i say what i mean
and you don’t have a clue
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch she callin’ boo d-mn
thats what she cal
she lovin’ the crew, she lovin’ the crew, she lovin’ the crew
she lovin’ the crew and i don’t give a f-ck
yall better drop yall sh-t right now
cause when i drop yall n-gg-s out of luck
your girlfriend biggin’ up
live by five words n-gg- live it up
treat my girls like my cars and i switch it up
bring the east coast back like i’m big & puff

[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
n-gg- talk like i ain’t even stay with tommy
hit his -ss with the trayvon
tell a n-gg- get down or lay down
countin’ all this money in the whip and the head down
you can say you’re real but [?] now
he was cool back in the day but he a fake now
he thought i wasn’t with it but i spray now
now they wanna cry cause that dead now
sippin’ on some lean baby momma on me
ratchet -ss n-gg- but i shop at barneys
got a pole gold d-ck ya b-tch hoppin’ on it
suckin’ on my d-ck strong jaw and she keep lockin’ on it
lil uzi vert and i feel like tony
remember everybody ain’t ya f-ckin’ homie
pockets super big your pockets extra bony
same b-tch played me now she on me
how ya had the b-tch and she ain’t even lowkey
how ya f-ckers on me and you ain’t even know me
i just pop pills i ain’t f-ckin’ with a deal
i’mma need three mill you’re gonna have to show me

- william aston lyrics

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