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i made it - big moochie grape & yfn lucci lyrics

[intro: big moochie grape]
yes, sir
humongous
(bandplay)
gigantic
yeah, yeah, big moochie (b*tch)

[verse 1: big moochie grape]
yeah, keep me a strap but i got me four felonies (keep me four straps)
east haiti veteran, we serving that fentanyl (east haiti)
bumpin’ this sh*t out the spot (bumpin’ it) and it jump like a trampoline (jumpin’ like)
never did read, but i fill up my magazine (my magazine)
packin’ ’em to the hood, don’t to the tampering (no tampering)
a1, dope jay, then we made the millions (a1)
pulling up fresh as f*ck, young n*gga be k!lling the scene (k!lling sh*t, dead)
yeah, yeah, i know my momma, she proud of me (she proud of me)
flooded with racks like i hit the lottery (flooded with racks)
bring me the dope, serve it up just like pottery (serve it up)
i was down bad broke, going through poverty (down bad)
i’m at the top and the n*gga can’t spot a g (i’m at the top)
bands in my pants like i’m serving a colony (racks, racks)
stealing my lingo, these n*ggas be copying me (bitin’*ass n*ggas)

[chorus: big moochie grape]
i made it, uh (i made it)
got on my sh*t, and these n*ggas, they hatin’ (they hatin’)
label me one of the greatest (the greatest)
i was just going through some phases (some phases)
i gotta thank god that i made it, uh (yes, sir)
i made it (i made it)
stuck with my n*ggas, we don’t do the trading (my dawgs)
never had nothin’, now i’m up, it’s amazing (i’m up)
this young n*gga hot, yeah, this young n*gga blazing (this young n*gga blazing)
[verse 2: yfn lucci]
hopped out that motherf*ckin’ porch, i got balance
did a few shows and i went bought a patek
pop out with my new ho, i’m silent, i’m savage
if she ain’t f*ckin’, she sleep on the pallet
i fell asleep on that money, no padding
f*ck her to sleep, i let her have it
the lambo’ key, i let her have it
put the aventador in traffic
we was gettin’ money before the rapping
b*tterfly door, let it soar in traffic
i’m looking for something more established
why is your ho keep throwing it at me?
louboutin boots, peanut b*tter, no jelly
yellow gold, looking like p*ss from r kelly
yellow bone, look like a brick of that smelly, hm
boy, you better not inhale it

[chorus: big moochie grape]
i made it, uh (i made it)
got on my sh*t, and these n*ggas, they hatin’ (they hatin’)
label me one of the greatest (the greatest)
i was just going through some phases (some phases)
i gotta thank god that i made it, uh (yes, sir)
i made it (i made it)
stuck with my n*ggas, we don’t do the trading (my dawgs)
never had nothin’, now i’m up, it’s amazing (i’m up)
this young n*gga hot, yeah, this young n*gga blazing (this young n*gga blazing)
i made it, uh (i made it)
got on my sh*t, and these n*ggas, they hatin’ (they hatin’)
label me one of the greatest (the greatest)
i was just going through some phases (some phases)
i gotta thank god that i made it, uh (yes, sir)
i made it (i made it)
stuck with my n*ggas, we don’t do the trading (my dawgs)
never had nothin’, now i’m up, it’s amazing (i’m up)
this young n*gga hot, this young n*gga blazing (this young n*gga blazing)

- big moochie grape yfn lucci lyrics

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