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letra de big juice - big moochie grape

[intro]
uh, yeah, yeah (let the band play)
hah, big moochie, yeah, yes, sir
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go

[verse]
diamonds on my neck, they boxin’ (diamonds on my neck)
send shots, a n-gga weigh all this toxin (all this toxin)
james harden, good with the rocket (fah, flah)
pull up to the trap and apply all the profit, yeah
thot b-tch full of the roxies (thot b-tch)
don’t f-ck with n-ggas like i’m sworn with the n-z-s, yeah
bite my swag, they copy (bite)
post in the spot with a whole lot of boxes (yes, sir)
pull up in my hood, get it poppin’, huh (get it poppin’)
cook a lil’ n-gga like hibachi (hibachi)
new prada kicks just cost me 1k, came a long way from huaraches, yeah (huaraches)
worrisome ass b-tch keep callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout i got money, i got c-cky (b-tch)
i done got rich quick, now they throwin’ big fits
think i signed with illuminati (yes, sir)
this year, i’m plottin’ on a ‘rari (‘rari)
f-ck that, might go’n and cop me a bugatti (skrrt, skrrt)
lil’ cuz just caught a body, huh (body)
sh-ttin’ on you n-ggas, h-ll nah, i’m not sorry (sh-ttin’ on you n-ggas)
four o’s in the bag, not talkin’ audi (uh-uh)
say one word, lil’ cuz get rowdy
gon’ crash about grape ’cause you know i got it
left pocket blue cheese, right pocket salad
dolce gabbana, don’t f-ck with no ballys (don’t f-ck with ballys)
thick b-tch goldmine, flew her from cali
ooh-wee, look like a young toni braxton (ooh)
straight to the room, break her down like a fraction (break her down)
send this b-tch home, then she send me a package (send this b-tch home)
callin’ my phone for exotic, i’m taxin’ (brrt)
came from the section 8, now it’s a mansion (section 8)
my b-tch, she saddity, my daughters, they fancy (yeah)
i lost my n-ggas and i lost some money (d-mn)
d-mn near lost my mind, godd-mn, i was f-cked up
got patient with time and i stayed on the grind
b-tch, look at me now, godd-mn, i done lucked up
ridin’ down mendenhall with the n-gga’s lil’ b-tch, gettin’ sucked up (sucked up)
yeah, she feelin’ my style ’cause she see the young n-gga ballin’ just like bill russell (bill russell)
with all these cl-sters
n-gga, i’m bill bellamy and you buster (buster)
let sh-t burn on a n-gga like usher (usher)
tell these f-ck n-ggas catch up, no mustard
blow-pop ass n-gga, all y’all suckers (suckers)
huggin’ the block and i ran all my bucks up (yeah)
f-ckin’ with big moochie, know that you f-cked up
i got the juice ’round this b-tch, get you touched up
i got the juice ’round this b-tch, get you f-cked up (yeah)

[outro]
hah, hah, yeah
yeah, let’s go
yeah, yeah, yes, sir
hey, hey, hey, big moochie

- big moochie grape

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