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letra de la lakers - big moochie grape

[intro: big moochie grape]
yes, sir
(band—)
humungous
yeah

[chorus: big moochie grape]
young rich n-gga, b-tch, i’m havin’ big paper (young rich n-gga)
n-gga, big unccc pulling hits out a bentayga (skrrt, skrrt, let’s go)
it’s paper route business, we sh-t on the big haters (paper route business)
fire yo’ ass up with this creamater (grrah)
young n-gga spin your sh-t just like a tornado (spin)
shot my first n-gga when i was a teenager (on god)
we k!ll his ass now and i bet he won’t see later, yeah (b-tch)
i’m in l.a. with the grapes (tear down) and i’m ballin’ just like a laker (just like a laker)
paper route business (paper route business), lil’ b-tch everything that we do, this sh-t major (they know this sh-t major)
do it for my n-gga dolph gabbana (dolph gabbana) and i’m still turning down these labels (uh-uh, turn ’em down)
and i still post in the trap (trap), know the gigantic grape got flavors, yeah (uh-uh, yes, sir)

[verse 1: big unccc]
post in the trap, it’s just me and big muwop (it’s just me and big muwop, crip)
young trap n-gga, keep racks in the shoebox (keep racks in the shoebox, trap)
bad-ass n-gga, live life like i’m 2pac (live life like i’m 2pac)
thirty shot (brrt), fifty shot (brrt), hit you with ar (hit you with ar, brrt)
i got me a cartier, want me a audemar (want me some ice)
big racks in my pockets, we slide out a stolen car (zoom)
i’m tryna make sure we jump out that b-tch and he don’t see tomorrow (brrt, brrt)
big unccc pulled up (uh, uh, uh, uh), b-tch, i’m a shooting star (i’m a shooting star)
i’m tryna give you a head start (uh, a head start)
i was locked up, making plays off a jeeter phone (uh, off of my trap phone)
slide with no gun, yeah, you know you ass dead wrong (you know yo’ ass dead wrong)
if you reach for my chain, i send thirty-two shots, get your head blown (uh)
grape street sh-t, got rich with these reachers (uh, got rich with these richers)
i fully my chop like this sh-t call of duty (uh, uh, like this sh-t call of duty, brrt)
i never had sh-t, my whole life like a movie (my life like a movie, wow)
i iced out my neck and my wrist (ice), and my titty ho throw me they coochie (they throw me they coochie)
[chorus: big moochie grape]
young rich n-gga, b-tch, i’m havin’ big paper (young rich n-gga)
n-gga, big unccc pulling hits out a bentayga (skrrt, skrrt, let’s go)
it’s paper route business, we sh-t on the big haters (paper route business)
fire yo’ ass up with this creamater (grrah)
young n-gga spin your sh-t just like a tornado (spin)
shot my first n-gga when i was a teenager (on god)
we k!ll his ass now and i bet he won’t see later, yeah (b-tch)
i’m in l.a. with the grapes (tear down) and i’m ballin’ just like a laker (just like a laker)
paper route business (paper route business), lil’ b-tch everything that we do, this sh-t major (they know this sh-t major)
do it for my n-gga dolph gabbana (dolph gabbana) and i’m still turning down these labels (uh-uh, turn ’em down)
and i still post in the trap (trap), know the gigantic grape got flavors, yeah (uh-uh, yes, sir)

[verse 2: big moochie grape]
dripping in water, i’m feeling like michael phelps (dripping in water)
glock 33 and it’s tucked in my louis bag (glock 33)
automatic choppa, don’t aim, shoot right in there (grrt, grrt)
opps in the party, we make ’em get right in there (b-tch-ass)
young n-gga cold like a frigidaire (cold)
pull up and hop out, the b-tches, they stop and stare (they stop and stare)
the sh-t that i got on my hip, it’ll k!ll a bear (it’ll k!ll a bear)
if you not from east haiti, h-ll nah, you can’t kick it there, yeah (uh-uh)
sack by bench just like screech (screech)
in the trap slammin’ ‘bows, i get no sleep (yes, sir)
in the trap slammin’ ‘bows for a straight week (yes, sir)
these n-gga be capping, we know that sh-t leased, yeah (you broke)
too smooth, young n-ggas sl!cker than grease (too smooth)
i had trap dreams, my role model was meech (role model)
big moochie grape and i’m harder than concrete (uh-huh)
i got a sack, sold the pack to my auntie (uh-huh)
come to my hood, we serve dope on the front street (on ab)
[chorus: big moochie grape]
young rich n-gga, b-tch, i’m havin’ big paper (young rich n-gga)
n-gga, big unccc pulling hits out a bentayga (skrrt, skrrt, let’s go)
it’s paper route business, we sh-t on the big haters (paper route business)
fire yo’ ass up with this creamater (grrah)
young n-gga spin your sh-t just like a tornado (spin)
shot my first n-gga when i was a teenager (on god)
we k!ll his ass now and i bet he won’t see later, yeah (b-tch)
i’m in l.a. with the grapes (tear down) and i’m ballin’ just like a laker (just like a laker)
paper route business (paper route business), lil’ b-tch everything that we do, this sh-t major (they know this sh-t major)
do it for my n-gga dolph gabbana (dolph gabbana) and i’m still turning down these labels (uh-uh, turn ’em down)
and i still post in the trap (trap), know the gigantic grape got flavors, yeah (uh-uh, yes, sir)

- big moochie grape

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