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yfn lucci - word 2 big & troub. lyrics

[intro]
yeah
lotta n+ggas
who better?
always
yeah (ak, turn me up)

[verse]
still screamin’ long live big
look, i remember days he would say i’d be this big
i’m the sh+t like i can’t p+ss, huh
even if i’m guilty, in your eyes, man, i’m innocent
can’t be playin’ on the internet
look, save the small talk for your dogs, i ain’t into that
ayy, i’m a dog when it’s ’bout a check
hey, if i fall, then you better catch
after i dog her, i tell her, “next”
okay, look, penthouse on biscayne, b+tch, all of us in that
if you let me hit once, you always gon’ spin back
she told hеr friend, now they all in my business
f+ckеd on her friend, now they all in they feelings
okay, lil fly told me not to and i d+mn sure ain’t listen
i f+cked up ’cause everything come with consequences
go get your bucks up ’cause going against us, you gotta spend it
you n+ggas lucked up, you better thank god i went to prison
look, got your main b+tch beggin’ me to put the tip in
i was just playin’ in your mouth, we ain’t kissin’
i just put two hundred in my mouth, ain’t no french kiss
and i went picasso in the house on some rich sh+t
gone for a year and they keep tellin’ me that i’m different
mom knew i was a problem since an infant
i just spent over a million in an instant
i just came home like i never lost a penny
okay, dominicans, black b+tches, long+haired indians
we gon’ get this money and leave it all to our descendants
uh, twenty rolls trucks with the fam, now i’m trendin’
house so d+mn big, park a lam’ in the kitchen
thought i was a blood, all these b’s, this a billion
i can’t take advice from no dweeb, you a civillian
you ain’t never strike, so i don’t need your opinion
you don’t know the feeling when your palm steady itchin’
you know i f+ck with bro because he aim with precision
we ain’t aimin’ at n+ggas, man, we aimin’ for a trillion
cartier frames solitaire, do your big one
all rose+gold, skelly plain, this the big one
look, louis luggage, hoppin’ off the plane like i’m boston
george, we don’t never talk to them boys
okay, look, brought a million dollars to the hood, f+ck awards
they say i’m worth a million on the forbes, that ain’t enough
i just came home, you still playin’ catch up
the paint on the ‘rari mustard, catch up
look, you gotta stop lyin’ to these hoes, word to troub
ayy, when you don’t tell the truth, it make it hard to open up
when the whip bulletproof, the doors hard to open up
ayy, when the car is a coupe, you gotta offset ’em
when you pray about it, make it all better
when you pray about it, make it all better
we was f+cked up and ain’t n0body help us
we was f+cked up and ain’t n0body help us

- yfn lucci lyrics

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