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letra de starter - big moochie grape

[intro]
you know i’m havin’ this sh-t on, right? (let the band play)
for real, yes, sir

[verse 1]
young n-gga trill, i’m comin’ like whitney (savage)
don’t f-ck with the game, this sh-t, it get hectic (nah)
i’m a felon with a weapon, young n-gga still stepping (fah, fah)
plus i’m running with the sack, truckin’ like jerome bettis (truckin’)
when the plug throw the sack, i’ma catch it, count the lettuce
free my n-ggas in the [?] (free ’em)
one call get it all, then we gon’ get it off
sendin’ sh-t, i’m in the house while my n-ggas get it off
we was trappin’ out the vacant, now i’m trappin’ out the loft, uh
turned myself to a boss, uh
self-made n-gga like ross, uh (like ross)
water on me like i jumped out of voss, water (wet, wet)
dolph told me go full throttle (yeah)
got a lot of racks on me, so i walk with a waddle (waddle)
sippin’ out the pint, n-gga, we don’t do the bottle (uh-uh)
got two straps on me like i go to a charter (fah, fah)

[chorus]
water, water, yeah (water)
young n-gga got on this water, yeah (water)
up in your hood like a starter (starter)
f-ck on your b-tch and you know i’m gon’ charge her, yeah (b-tch)
water, water, yeah (water)
young n-gga got on this water, yeah (wet)
up in your hood like a starter (vroom)
f-ck on your b-tch and you know i’m gon’ charge her, yeah (b-tch)

[verse 2]
check out me, baby, and watch how i put this sh-t on
we get this sh-t in and we get this sh-t off
count up the racks and you know that sh-t gone
big moochie be really be havin’ this kush, yeah
servin’ that crack to the corn’ (woo)
we smoke out the bowl, we don’t smoke out the zone, yeah (uh-uh)
young n-gga fly like a drone (yoom, yoom)
come from the trap, it go straight to the bank (straight to the bank)
young n-gga just signed with paper route frank (with paper route frank)
wouldn’t go the other way, what the f-ck a n-gga think? (h-ll nah)
don’t against the grain, we gon’ leave your ass stank (fah, fah)
got vvs diamonds drippin’ off my pinky (vvs)
i’m the youngest og, so you know i’m high rankin’ (high rankin’)
shoot him in the head, now he covered up in blankets (fah, fah)
yeah, he dead on arrival, so you know he can’t say sh-t (know he can’t say sh-t)

- big moochie grape

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