
letra de moonshine - big nut (lil nutty)
on the b-l-a-d, yeah oh we be
big pimpin’ up in nye
we be-
aye, big pimpin’
aye, huh, aye, hey scotty pippen
i was pourin’ double threes in yo p-ssy like scotty pippen
f-ck a mj, two three, i’m in the house, i’m whippin’
and i’m in the kitchen like deja vu, i’m cookin’ crack
yeah, where yo booty crack, i’m stuffin’ it with a bag
so we do not get pulled over by the f-ckin twelve
yeah i’m in this b-tch, i got a choppa, b-tch you goin’ to h-ll
i’m goin’ to god, b-tch i’m goin six feet
not no twelve
you a opp n-gga, but i bet you goin- unh
in this b-tch i got my d-ck up in my hand i whip it to ya
baby got a choppa, i put whip cream on it, ooh
booya, booya, hallelujah
b-tch i got my b-lls on your forehead
and i’m livin’ in this b-tch, bout to get in yo bed
now you scared of a n-ggas peekin’ through thе window
in this b-tch, and i’m nasty, i got extendos
yeah i’m in this b-tch, i got my p-ssy up in yo nosе
i ain’t even got no p-ssy hoe
cause i got a d-ck, but i put it in my bootyhole
when i sit down cause that sh-t, it- nevermind
b-tch i got my choppa and my head big, feel like megamind
i got blue sticks, and they red, and they yellow time
b-tch i’m hammer time, i got my pants on
lil b-tch, with my hand on it
and my- uhh, i- sh-t, d-mn
hold up man, hold up n-gga
hold up, unh, unh, unh, unh
feel like, lebron wit’ a ring
i got four in this b-tch cause i’m, on the a-team
in this b-tch, i got my p-ssy in my pocket
i bring a pocket p-ssy every day, n-gga
in this b-tch, i got my choppa, bring it back, i’m the hay
call up wit’ a stick, call of duty, b-tch i let it spray
in this b-tch, i’ma do it up like every f-ckin’ day
got yo b-tch, she on her knees, and yes i nutted in her face
i got aux cord in my ears, i cannot hear sh-t
i can’t hear a thing around me, but i’m suckin’ on my d-ck
cause i can, my legs are paralyzed
unh, b-tch i can suck my own d-ck
oh, there’s more on that muhf-cka?
ohhhh, the beat ain’t want me gone
b-tch i got a thong
but i wear it, it’s in my bootyhole
yeah, i got a wedgie from my thong and yeah you know it’s red
i just pulled up with some blues, and now the reds, they gettin’ mad
i don’t give a f-ck about no b, you know i’m c’d up
i be in this b-tch with some crips and i know i eat it up
heat it up, i’m really choppin’ in the bag
i ain’t gon’ stop
i’m gon’ pull up wit’ a glock
shoot you in yo f-ckin’ top
and this b-tch still goin’
it ain’t over but i’m f-ckin’ on
in this b-tch, i’m not g-y but i’m comin’ out the closet now
ooh, and i’m comin’ out the closet now
ooh, but i’m not g-y, but i’m comin’ out
i got n-ggas from the south
they gon’ shoot you in the mouth
moonshine, moonshine
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