letra de big swag [full studio session] - juice wrld
[intro]
yeah
mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
yeah, yeah
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
in the studio, had to turn my phone off
working for a new car, i’ma hit a burnout
just to make these n-ggas mad, yeah i go all out
[chorus]
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
hater mad, hater really p-ssed off
do your dance on they ass, make ’em p-ssed off
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that b-tch
[post-chorus]
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
[verse 1]
fallin’, all my shots be fallin’ (they be fallin’)
like spalding, the way a young n-gga be ballin’, yeah (i be ballin’)
love dior so much, f-ck a price tag (rich)
i need everything on the shoe rack (yeah, yeah, yeah)
richer than a b-tch, i can’t go back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
wavy n-gga, f-ck a durag
and f-ck yo crew, yeah
i heard they scared to shoot, yeah (ya dig?)
and i heard they all be on the same sh-t
hatin’ the basic, lookin’ at the money they ain’t makin’ (ya dig, ya dig, ya dig)
sauce on ’em, drip on ’em, ball on ’em, yeah
sauce on ’em, drip on ’em, ball on ’em, yeah
[chorus]
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
hater mad, hater really p-ssed off
do yo dance on they ass, make ’em p-ssed off
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that b-tch
[post-chorus]
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
[verse 2]
d-mn, would you look at the time (tick tock)
the whole wide world is feelin’ the vibe (ya dig?)
sit down, buckle up, it’s a long ride (skrt, skrt, skrt)
this a sp-ceship, all hands inside (skrt)
zoom (out here), past the hate
in the room (in the room), gravitate
from your doom (from your doom), to a new day (to a new)
i pour you up some lean, with some d’ussé
not a role model, i just know how it go (know how it go)
do this for the kids, yeah the fans at my shows (fans at my shows)
if she don’t love you, let her go, he a hater let him know
then throw them hundreds in the air, and turn up the stereo (rich rich rich)
[chorus]
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
hater mad, hater really p-ssed off
do yo dance on they ass, make ’em p-ssed off
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that b-tch
[post-chorus]
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
[verse 3]
yeah, i need a full red
run up on me, you dead
you [?] get shot in the head
b-tch, i don’t f-ck with feds
i’m tryna f-ck, yeah
tell that b-tch open her legs
i do not f-ck with feds
take this gun to the head
designer my clothes, yeah
designer my drugs, yeah
designer my hoes, yeah
xanny, perc, yeah
xanny, percocet, it feel perfect, yuh
dumping on yo set, n-gga f-ck it
i’m with all the f-ck sh-t
so hard, can’t function, yeah
i pop pills, til’ i f-ck up my stomach, yeah!
give her pipe, til’ she call me a plumper, yeah!
he go dumb on that sh-t, i go dumber, yeah!
run up on me, that .40’s a dumper, yeah!
i’m a dog with this sh-t, yes i hump her, yeah!
i go shoot b-tch like iman no shumpert, yeah!
i pop xans, i do perks, that’s for comfort, yeah!
run up on me, then you better take cover, yeah!
.40 on me, get to shooting, get to bussin’, yeah!
sick of n-ggas, starting taking robitussin, yeah!
ain’t with fighting, ain’t with fussin’, ain’t with tussling, yeah!
run up on me, chopper causin’ an eruption, yeah!
huh, clip up in my pants, like an erection, yeah!
freestyle, boy, this sh-t look like perfection, yeah!
got my hand on my money and my weapon, yeah!
i got first to you, that b-tch sloppy seconds, yeah!
huh, money, p-ssy, power, that’s a preference, yeah!
open up, like a christmas present, yeah!
i’m a king, you’s a goddam peasant, yeah!
run up on me, .40 teach you a lesson, yeah!
huh, you ain’t getting money, get to steppin’, yeah
huh, never in my life have i felt threatened, yeah
huh, pop pills and the pain lessons
but, i don’t learn lessons, yeah!
ha, ha, ayy
pull up on the scenes, i need my weapon, yeah!
huh, made another day, it’s a blessing, yeah!
huh, let’s go on a date, up in heaven
[chorus]
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
hater mad, hater really p-ssed off
do yo dance on they ass, make ’em p-ssed off
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that b-tch
[post-chorus]
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
[verse 4]
[?] off the drugs, in the [?]
i was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal
if a n-gga in our way, he get k!lled
huh, that’s for real
huh, that’s for real
f-ck how you feel
it’s all about the dollar bills
if i get locked up, no i won’t squeal, uh
that’s for real
i don’t remember what happened anyway, i was off of the pills
for real
yeah, yeah, yeah
choppa on me, big dog
you want beef, then you need to get your steaks off
pockets fat, no diet b-tch, rick ross
r. kelly, with these hoes, they be p-ssed off, yeah
sippin’ on the crystal
vvs up in my wrist, just like some crystals, huh
ballin’ hard like chris paul
you n-gga funny to me like chris rock (chris rock, chris rock)
bullets sharp [?], like on guard, ha, ha
break yo back, then yo heart, yeah
huh, nina in the truck, i’m gon’ spark it
roll that weed up and spark it
two hits, then i’m dancing with the martians
yeah, like marvin, huh, ayy
look, i’m the chief, i’m the sergeant, yeah, ayy
only one of me, f-ck a squadron
i feel like future, hendrix i’m honest
i’m just being honest
purple passion
hit from the back, d-mn
then she backspin
why you capping?
i know red coach
like what’s brackin’?
that’s on god, i go hard
put that on my squad
.40 on me, bodyguard
he’ll tear you apart
you get stomped right in the yard
tear your mans apart, ion know why he start
dread my head just like i’m coolio
ballin’ like i’m rubio
catch me in the newest whip
f-cking on the newest ho
balling out like kobe, oh
huh, make the gun sing
that b-tch look like ovo
[chorus]
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
hater mad, hater really p-ssed off
do yo dance on they ass, make ’em p-ssed off
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that b-tch
[post-chorus]
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
[verse 5]
put that knife around my heart
.40 with a dart, i’ll tear yo ass apart
put that on the gang
yeah, i put that on the squad
i put that on god
i put that on god
i’ma get rich, yeah
every godd-mn, going down, going hard
huh, pull your card
huh, .40 on me i don’t need no bodyguard
huh, f-ck the second place sh-t, i’m taking charge, huh
yeah, you’ll get stomped like the yard
that’s on god, on allah, huh
yeah, on my gang, on my squad, oh my god
i go hard, ha, yeah, ayy
that’s just how it is
that’s just how we are (that’s just how we are, that’s just how we are)
that’s on god
oh my god
yeah, i go hard
yeah, that’s on god
yeah, i take charge
yeah, i’ma f-ck yo b-tch up in my front yard
yeah, doing percs up in my front yard
yeah, oh ménage
yeah, ménage à trois
yeah, she drop her top
yeah, to give me top
yeah, that’s on god, huh
yeah, yeah, baby, that’s on god, huh
yeah, yeah, i cannot deny
i’m so different, i ain’t like those other guys
you should listen, to all of they other cries
they not like i, huh, ayy
they fake n-ggas up in this b-tch
[chorus]
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
hater mad, hater really p-ssed off
do yo dance on they ass, make ’em p-ssed off
on that big swag
on that big sauce
on that b-tch, drip
on that b-tch, ball
on that b-tch
[post-chorus]
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
young rich n-gga drippin’ and flexin’
young rich n-gga run up a check
[outro]
you know how it goes
fans at my shows
let him know
ya dig
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