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unique - big moochie grape lyrics

[intro]
(bandplay)
(oh lala, shaz)
(band—)
gigantic, yeah

[chorus]
trappin’ these bands and i been in the spot and i sat in this b*tch for a week, yeah (for a week)
never had sh*t, but i ran it up quick, where i’m from, yeah, we call it unique, yeah (uh*huh)
come to east haiti, we got what you want, got everything on one street, yeah (one street)
servin’ them bands while my bank get rolling out, finna get a patek phillipe (icy)
i put the work in street, i’m the double og, everybody in the east under me (on god)
i got my stripes in streets, no capping on me, i was big homie at fifteen (fifteen)
n*ggas ain’t did what i did or seen what i seen, i was fightin’ cases ‘fore i was a teen (no cap)
they say i wasn’t gon’ be sh*t, puttin’ mе down, now a young n*gga living his dream, yeah (living his dream)

[verse 1]
n*ggas ain’t f*cking with mе and it’s simple (it’s simple)
get out of line, put the chop to your mental (grrt, bah)
having on ice, you would think it’s december (icy, cold)
fresh as f*ck, everyday sharp like a pencil (woo)
blew thirty k just to ice out my dental (thirty k)
b*tch tryna show me that p*ssy on insta’ (godd*mn)
got your b*tch on me, she know i’m a winner (got your b*tch on me)
illuminati business, i’m stuck with them sinners (illuminati)
got a brand new foreign, can’t get close ’cause it got sensors (big grape)
take a road trip, we got two*hundred ‘bows in the rental (two*hundred)
yeah, the whole way there, n*gga bumpin’ on flippa (on flippa)
lil’ cuh ‘nem trailing the car with the missiles
got so much ice like i went through a blizzard (woo)
.762, hot come out the drac’ (hot)
yeah, dug a n*gga by the way that he shiver (huh, fah, fah, fah)
better ask the last n*gga, got hit in the liver (hit in the liver)
yeah, we can f*ck, but we can’t go to dinner (can’t go to dinner)
rock me a show, it’s just me and the members (me and the members)
.45 to your dome, make a n*gga remember (make ’em remember)
i’m the quarterback, and yo’ b*tch, she the center (yo’ b*tch)
circle real small, b*tch n*ggas can’t enter (uh*uh)
poppin’ these b*tch n*ggas just like a pimple (pop ’em)
and when yo’ ass dead, catch yo’ b*tch, i’ma trim her (yes, sir)
[chorus]
trappin’ these bands and i been in the spot and i sat in this b*tch for a week, yeah (for a week)
never had sh*t, but i ran it up quick, where i’m from, yeah, we call it unique, yeah (unique)
come to east haiti, we got what you want, got everything on one street, yeah (on ab)
servin’ them bands while my bank get rolling out, finna get a patek phillipe (a patek)
i put the work in street, i’m the double og, everybody in the east under me (double og)
i got my stripes in streets, no capping on me, i was big homie at fifteen (big homie)
n*ggas ain’t did what i did or seen what i seen, i was fightin’ cases ‘fore i was a teen (no cap)
they say i wasn’t gon’ be sh*t, puttin’ me down, now a young n*gga living his dream, yeah (living his dream)

[verse 2]
ballin’ hard like ai with no practice (ai)
f*ck with my guy, turn a n*gga to ashes (grrt, bah)
young n*gga hatin’ ’cause they know that i passed ’em (know that i passed ’em)
dolph in my ear like, “you better smash her” (dolph in my ear)
get this sh*t gone, i’m a certified trapper (get this sh*t gone)
turn a f*ck n*gga to a ghost like casper (turn him to a ghost)
got the industry mad ’cause we sh*t on the rappers
when you see me, better greet me like, “master” (greet me like, “master”)
tryna put my mama up in a castle (up in a castle)
pay my tithe to the church, but i’m servin’ the pastor (servin’ the pastor)
call my lil’ n*ggas, they pull up with clappers (uh*huh)
only got one job, pull up attacking (uh*huh)
stick a n*gga up just like a cactus (stick a n*gga up)
and know another thing, i don’t f*ck with rappers (uh*uh)
he not like that, that n*gga a actor (he not)
and all you p*ssy n*ggas not a factor (not any factors)
[chorus]
trappin’ these bands and i been in the spot and i sat in this b*tch for a week, yeah (yes, sir, for a week)
never had sh*t, but i ran it up quick (uh*huh, uh*huh), where i’m from, yeah, we call it unique, yeah (yes, sir, unique)
come to east haiti, we got what you want, got everything on one street, yeah (on ab)
servin’ them bands while my bank get rolling out (gigantic, gigantic), finna get a patek phillipe (a patek)
i put the work in street, i’m the double og, everybody in the east under me (double og)
i got my stripes in streets, no capping on me, i was big homie at fifteen (big homie)
n*ggas ain’t did what i did or seen what i seen, i was fightin’ cases ‘fore i was a teen (no cap)
they say i wasn’t gon’ be sh*t, puttin’ me down, now a young n*gga living his dream (living his dream)

- big moochie grape lyrics

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