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big facts - 21 savage lyrics

[intro]
yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[verse 1]
mic check, diamonds cost a nice check
don’t bite that, baby give me nice neck
got a double cup, b-tch i’m finna spike that
i’m slaughter gang, b-tch, we be where the knives at
i done slowed up, b-tch, i be poled up
no role tuts, i drank the real mud
that’s my real bud, clip hold a whole dub
hang with real crips, n-gg-, i’m a real blood
i can make them touchdown when i scream, “hut”
lay your b-tch face down, that’s a real b-tt
let me see your t-ts, baby finna bust a nut
ap on, doing the chicken head
yeah, rollie on me, doing the stanky leg
patek on me, really rocking
you half way, i’m really c-cky
y’all n-gg-s all cap and k!ll nothing
b-tch, i’m having mood swings ’cause i ain’t sipped nothing
whole pointers on me, n-gg-, yeah the big nuggets
sick and tired of eating noodles, time to flip something

[chorus]
got a big booty b-tch, i’m tryna bag that
12 come, we dopping bombs like baghdad
treat a n-gg- main b-tch like a lab rat
remember selling big grade out my backpack
i done made a couple million off the rap-rap
run a train on your b-tch, she’s a gnat-gnat
big cajones on a stick, let it clap-clap
i’m the realest n-gg- doing it and i’m big facts

- 21 savage lyrics

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