Enchanting - Big Chant (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Enchanting - Big Chant (en) Lyrics
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Ayy, pull up, I'ma air this bitch
out, they call me Big Chant
I been on the run, they tryna
catch me, this a Hellcat
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
How you get your pistol in the club?
I don't need no wristband (Nope)
Your big homie look up to me,
you can call me Big Chant
Brand new Patek water, now
they call me Big Chant
Pop my shit way harder, so they call
me Big Chant (Bling, blaow)
Push-button starter, now they
call me Big Chant (Ooh)
They can't say shit about us,
why? They call me Big Chant
Go look, my body swerve (Yeah), your
BM, man, she lurkin' (Hold back)
Step back your hoes on purpose, that
lil' ho said she worthless
Big Chant with the big racks
(Big racks), breakin'
niggas, these big facts
If I fuck 'еm, you won't
get your dick back
Do my lil' Uzi, the choppa
got kickbacks (Ah)
Felt likе candy, he wanna lick that banana
clip and hoes gon' split that
Get no play in the bitch,
your shit wack
You know hoes slid on you,
come get your lick back
Runnin', end up like Ricky
with a hit back
Call me Big Chant for a reason, red
flag on me, I'm bleedin' (Big B's)
Real rude, cut him off, no reason
When I'm through fuckin'
his face, I save it
I feel like Call of Duty, only
difference, I'm really shootin'
(Really shootin')
Yo' bitch got tooted, booted
Only cuff that bitch, can't do it (No)
Better hide your ice 'fore you lose it
Nigga move wrong, he stupid (Stupid)
Catch a body in a flight, I'm cruisin'
Nigga love this cookie like Lucious
(He love the Big Chant)
Pull up, I'ma air this bitch out, they
call me Big Chant (Big chant)
Push-button starter, now they call
me Big Chant (It's Gucci)
They can't say shit about us, why?
They call me Big Chant (Let's go)
Your CEO look up to me, they
call me Big Wop (Wop)
So Icy, boss and you can tell
that by my wristwatch (Brr)
I make trap music, it's too
hood to be hip-hop (Skrrt)
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up
in they flip-flops (Skrrt, skrrt)
Man, I'm Big Gucci, I wear more Gucci
than Harry Styles (It's Gucci)
And it took a while, but real street
niggas back in style (Huh?)
Who want some smoke? 'Cause they
can get it, this ain't no
Black & Mild (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Got eighty rounds and it'll hit you
from like half a mile (Well, damn)
And I ain't jump up off the porch,
I took a leap off (Go, go)
He just a sheep, playin' with wolves,
that's why that sheet lost (Wow)
He tryna keep it undercover, we
pull the sheets off (Huh?)
He put his cape on, tried to
save her, but she still
creeped off (It's Gucci)
I pull up, I'ma air this bitch
(Huh?) out, they call
me Big Chant (Big Chant)
They can't say shit about us, why? They
call me Big Chant (Big Chant)
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