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    Juice WRLD – Big [2019]

    Künstler:
    Juice WRLD

    [Intro]
    Hmm, uh-huh
    (Hit-Boy)
    Bitch
    Man, this life shit gettin’ crazy, crazy
    I done, I done made it
    I done made it, made it, yeah
    I’m sick and tired of these hatin’ ass niggas, though
    Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
    Fuck nigga
    Uh, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I’m on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
    Even at my worst, I’m feeling like I am the best
    I done Metta World Peace to myself like I’m Ron Artest
    I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
    Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
    Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
    I’ma turn a nigga block to an art project
    Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
    Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay

    [Verse]
    If you ain’t payin’ a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
    50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
    I got that pump, it’s ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
    I ain’t Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
    We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
    Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout Gucci Mane
    That lil’ bitch like, “Burr,” why she so insecure?
    Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
    I got my crib in here, havin’ some kids, yeah
    I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
    I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let’s go)
    She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?
    Fuck is you doin’ here? Why is you shootin’ here?
    Doin’ it big, yeah, big big, yeah
    Doin’ it big, yeah, big big, yeah
    Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
    You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé
    Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
    Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I’ma still get laid
    Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed
    I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let’s get it)
    Chicago shit, Chicago nigga
    Fuckin’ with a Philadelphia bitch
    Yeah, I’m super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn’t tick
    Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
    Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin’ rich
    Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don’t forget shit
    You don’t know when to stand
    You got it bad, man, come in, oh
    Oh, baby, come in
    Man, I don’t forget shit
    Uh, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I’m on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
    Even at my worst, I’m feeling like I am the best
    I done Meta World Peace to myself like I’m Ron Artest
    I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
    Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
    Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
    I’ma turn a nigga block to an art project
    Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
    Army sergeant, no rank, yeah


    Künstler:
    Juice WRLD


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