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bars - big moochie grape lyrics

[intro: big moochie grape]
(johnnyturnitup)
smoking pluto and sh*t, n*gga, you know what i’m sayin’? (i feel like i’m loud right now)
i feel like i’m up there, for real (you know what i’m sayin’?)
ha, yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: big moochie grape]
this young n*gga dangerous (dangerous)
b*tch wanna f*ck ’cause she know that big moochie grape famous (yeah)
i’m still the same n*gga, can’t nothing ever change me (uh*uh)
all the real n*ggas gone, i’m the last one remaining (last one)
beast mode, b*tch, and can’t no n*gga tame us (beast mode)
broke*ass n*gga, go get you some money (broke*ass)
up in east haiti we slangin’ and bangin’ (east haiti)
chasing that bag ’cause a young n*gga anxious (yes, sir)
welcome to murder school, i do the training (yes, sir)
got me some racks, now i’m acting an *n*s (woo)
white and rose gold, i ain’t rocking no stainless (white and rose)
young n*gga with me, he’ll leave your ass brainless (frrt)
caught me a hundred, feel like i’m will chambers (will chambers)
real street n*gga, just doing the tamest (street n*gga)
shots out the k, got a lil’ n*gga flamin’ (grrt, fah)
all the real n*ggas gone, i’m the last one remaining
since i’ve been in this sh*t, ran through a million dollars (yeah)
really been poppin’ my sh*t, you can tell that i’m lit (lit) and i ain’t even got me a million followers (uh*uh)
ever since i was a jit, i’ve been with the sh*t, you can tell that a young n*gga been a problem (he been a problem)
i went and got on my sh*t and i went and got rich, lil’ n*gga, lil’ baby, i’m not a scholar, yeah (yeah)
ballin’ up in l.a., championship ring on like i’m rick fox (rick fox)
got on like three fifty up in jewels, b*tch, i got big rocks (yes, sir)
gave my lil’ n*gga ’bout twenty k (grrah), i bet he get dropped (grrah, grrah)
and f*ck your plug, i’m f*cking with some n*ggas who got big crops (big crops)
[interlude: rio da yung og]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
what up, sav?
ghetto boyz sh*t, n*gga
mm

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i got no love for a fake n*gga
i got four guns on my waist, n*gga
took a cap full of activist, it taste different
dumb as f*ck, ridin’ with a gun and got a case pending
just sold a pound of runtz with a q, he’ll shake in it
how the f*ck is he the young og? my face different
before i buy a cake, i tell my fiend smash his face in it
before i buy an eight, i sip it raw, that’s taste testing
switch on the glock (grrt), that’s eight seconds
my b*tch on the clock, mad as f*ck ’cause i ain’t text her
bruh, i swear to god the drank clean, i ain’t stressin’
could’ve been signed a major record deal, but i ain’t press it
who you know made two*hundred by they self, n*gga?
who you know buy louis shoes without the belt, n*gga?
i done tried this sh*t too many times, i can’t help n*ggas
how the f*ck them n*ggas looking for me? i’m on welch with it
i’m f*cked up might buy a glock and get the fl!cking at myself with it
might buy a red camera to take pictures of myself with it
still amaze me, i be havin’ to listen to myself trippin’
when a b*tch took her pants off, i kind of smelled trist’
i’m by myself, i might buy a two liter and pour a twelve in it
i got a real plug, if you buy enough, he throw in a scale with it
if you see me with my double cup, don’t bother me
what the f*ck is a h*llcat? it’s just a car to me
ran up a lot of green sh*t selling collard greens
fn57, green tips, it’s hard to breathe
was finna walk out on the drink, but it be hard to leave
rude as h*ll, just walked past a b*tch, ain’t say, “pardon me”
baby, i can’t put the lean down, it’s a part of me
don’t get too deep in that water, my sharks’ll eat
numb as h*ll, i ain’t got no feelings, my heart don’t beat
ak, it’ll make your car stop, don’t start with me
[outro: big moochie grape]
yes, sir
yes, sir

- big moochie grape lyrics

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