letra de big head - lil double 0
[intro]
(banga)
mmm, mmm, mmm
mmm, mmm, mmm (my js callin’ me no more, no bap)
big head, think i know (uh, uh)
say i got the big head, way i walk around think i’m knowin’ (uh, uh)
[chorus]
b-tch say i got the big head, way i’m poppin’ out, i think i’m knowin’ a lot
my n-ggas sayin’ n-ggas want me dead, way i’m steppin’ on n-ggas and pushin’ on opps
that boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag’ ’cause he pray to allah
he bought a srt8, that’s not a trackhawk
his trap movin’ great ’cause he servin’ fentanyl
[verse 1]
he movin’ weight so he turn to a boss
he take a loss and he shook it right off
really don’t link with no p-ssy, might rob a rapper, the industry soft
and under no circumstances, no excuses, ain’t tell ’em, ain’t seen it, ain’t tell what i saw
paid the high for the pint when i’m low on codeinе
if you ain’t got the drank, then we can’t еven talk, n-gga
uh, walk on stage, get paid to walk
i do shows and i f-ck hoes, we ain’t the same, no, what you thought?
leave your lame, come f-ck a boss
brand new chain, this sh-t hit off
wanna change your life, get a brick of fentanyl, n-gga, sell drugs, do the stick talk, uh
[chorus]
b-tch say i got the big head, way i’m poppin’ out, i think i’m knowin’ a lot
my n-ggas sayin’ n-ggas want me dead, way i’m steppin’ on n-ggas and pushin’ on opps
that boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag’ ’cause he pray to allah
he bought a srt8, that’s not a trackhawk
his trap movin’ great ’cause he servin’ fentanyl
[verse 2]
that’s a srt8, that’s not a trackhawk
he movin’ weight, he done turned to a boss
slime a n-gga, take a n-gga watch out (uh)
stalk him later, make lil’ bruhnem watch out (walk them out)
flip the block and then we clearin’ them out
ar chopper with the stick knock ’em down (uh, uh)
i was known for trappin’, movin’ the pounds
now i’m sellin’ records, fan walkin’ me now (walk, walk)
set trends when they copy, fans watchin’ the style
hit l!cks and get profit, no splittin’ it down
i hit them l!cks out of poverty, n-ggas wasn’t proud of me
i went and made my own sound
take over his land, his profit
money monopoly, b-tches gon’ f-ck right now
say i got the big head ’cause i’m lit, whole time you sick, broke b-tches down (look at you now)
mmm, mmm, look at you now, b-tch
[chorus]
b-tch say i got the big head, way i’m poppin’ out, i think i’m knowin’ a lot
my n-ggas sayin’ n-ggas want me dead, way i’m steppin’ on n-ggas and pushin’ on opps
that boy went on a fast, now he back on the block, he keep a mag’ ’cause he pray to allah
he bought a srt8, that’s not a trackhawk
his trap movin’ great ’cause he servin’ fentanyl (uh)
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