YFN Lucci - WORD 2 BIG and TROUB. (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YFN Lucci - WORD 2 BIG and TROUB. (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
Lotta niggas
Who better?
Still screamin' long live Big
Look, I remember days he would
say I'd be this big
I'm the shit like I can't piss, huh
Even if I'm guilty, in your
eyes, man, I'm innocent
Can't be playin' on the internet
Look, save the small talk for
your dogs, I ain't into that
Ayy, I'm a dog when it's 'bout a check
Hey, if I fall, then you better catch
After I dog her, I tell her, "Next"
Okay, look, penthouse on Biscayne,
bitch, all of us in that
If you let me hit once, you
always gon' spin back
She told hеr friend, now
they all in my business
Fuckеd on her friend, now they
all in they feelings
Okay, Lil Fly told me not to and
I damn sure ain't listen
I fucked up 'cause everything
come with consequences
Go get your bucks up 'cause going
against us, you gotta spend it
You niggas lucked up, you better
thank God I went to prison
Look, got your main bitch beggin'
me to put the tip in
I was just playin' in your
mouth, we ain't kissin'
I just put two hundred in my
mouth, ain't no French kiss
And I went Picasso in the
house on some rich shit
Gone for a year and they keep tellin'
me that I'm different
Mom knew I was a problem
since an infant
I just spent over a million
in an instant
I just came home like
I never lost a penny
Okay, Dominicans, Black bitches,
long-haired Indians
We gon' get this money and leave
it all to our descendants
Uh, twenty Rolls trucks with
the fam, now I'm trendin'
House so damn big, park
a Lam' in the kitchen
Thought I was a Blood, all
these B's, this a billion
I can't take advice from no
dweeb, you a civillian
You ain't never strike, so
I don't need your opinion
You don't know the feeling when
your palm steady itchin'
You know I fuck with bro because
he aim with precision
We ain't aimin' at niggas, man,
we aimin' for a trillion
Cartier frames solitaire,
do your big one
All rose-gold, skelly plain,
this the big one
Look, Louis luggage, hoppin' off
the plane like I'm Boston
George, we don't never
talk to them boys
Okay, look, brought a million dollars
to the hood, fuck awards
They say I'm worth a million on
the Forbes, that ain't enough
I just came home, you still
playin' catch up
The paint on the 'Rari
mustard, catch up
Look, you gotta stop lyin' to
these hoes, word to Troub
Ayy, when you don't tell the truth,
it make it hard to open up
When the whip bulletproof,
the doors hard to open up
Ayy, when the car is a coupe,
you gotta offset 'em
When you pray about it,
make it all better
We was fucked up and ain't
nobody help us
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