Meek Mill - Big Boy (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Meek Mill - Big Boy (en) Lyrics
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(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) Brr
Anybody go against the gang is real
bad karma with them choppers
You dig?
Chasers
Woah, uh
Niggas know who run the city,
I'm like, "Yeah-yeah"
Gave my sister platinum Amex
card, was just on welfare
My dog had asked me to bring
the AR out, and I'm like,
"Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Y'all only be poppin' out at the
club 'cause y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve
stairs (Let's get it)
I can't take no more
Catch a rapper and snatch him out his
jewels 'cause I can't fake no more
Ridin' with some shit, R-C-O-
D, can't even play no more
You swing on me, my dog attack
That switch hit 'til it don't spray
no more, he emptied that
I'm from Philly, backdoor,
we get into that (Philly)
I would really whack you 'bout
that shit you said on
the internet (No cap)
Richard Millie, right there in the
trenches where we sinnin' at
He tried cut through the alley and got
smoked right where the fences at
They don't know where my
mental at (They don't)
I think niggas think it's sweet
'cause I've been givin' back
Call cuzzo, "Take them rentals back"
Yeah, where them niggas that been
poppin' all that big boy shit?
Brand new AP on my wrist, know
that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper,
this a big boy stick, yeah (Brr)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these
niggas, I can't even show no more
Put this bitch on seventeen PJs,
that ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers
come with that switch, so
they can't blow no more
Brr, blow it, yeah
Lately, I been like, "Fuck
niggas" (For what?)
'Cause I don't trust niggas
Cut 'em off, I don't fuck with
'em, must be a fuck nigga
Big Phantom in the trenches,
feel like a truck, nigga
I can fuck for free, but done give
her racks 'cause I fuck with her
Million dollar in jewelry, I rock
Louis with my dance with it
She act like a groupie, I get
stupid on her, won't hit it
I fear no nigga, I'm
here, four killers
No tellin' how I'm comin', it might
be Cullinan or a four-wheeler
She ain't tellin' that we fuckin'
'cause she can tell
that I got more bitches
More Glocks, more switches, trappin'
off of Forbes lists
Yeah, and these niggas don't
want no war with us
Posted up in the trench, I got that
chop' right by the store with us
I get to lockin' in like I went broke
when I need more millions
More money, more killers, shit
just make me more vicious
I flew her out on a one-way, ain't been
back 'cause she on tour with us
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