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bigger (biscotti in the air) [full lyrics] - juice wrld lyrics

[intro: juice wrld & ally lotti]
haha
this n*gga crazy (surf)
bae, say something on the mic
b*tch, i’m high as f*ck (yessir)
let me add ally to the second verse, she in there? (hey)
b*tch
smoking cookie crisp (yeah)
stupid b*tch (yeah, hahahaha)
(8*8*8*808 mafia)
all that sh*t, f*ck yo’ glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (all that sh*t)

[chorus]
f*ck your glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh*yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh, yeah)
i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b*tch (oh, yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
uh, young rich n*ggas, we rare (uh*huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh*huh)
louis v underwear (uh*huh)
vvs solar flare (uh*huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh*huh)
designer i wear (uh*huh)
bad vibes over there (uh*huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
[verse 1]
whole lotta gang sh*t kel*tec go bang
bust at the brain
bust*down my wrist with baguettes that’s the name (yeah)
lace up the guccis, and run to the bank (uh)
double r truck, pull out (uh)
kel*tec tucked in the back seat, pull out
f*ck n*gga run like a track meet, pull out (brr)
pop out, aim at him, knocked down, then i put
the top down
turn up the music, yeah rock out (yeah)
i need f*ll*tio, my c*ck out (yeah)
ion’ trust you hoes, still got my glock out
i used to stay two doors down from a crack house
two years later i was working in a crack house
n*ggas run in and gun twerking in a crack house
i was smoking ‘extendos, and white*outs (yeah)
my true jeans and ‘timbos, yeah
my shirt collar polo, yeah from tj max for the low, yeah
came a long way from those days, if i could go back there i would go there, cus’ i had all my bros’ there
nevermind i dont wanna go there

[chorus]
f*ck your glock, i need a gun with bigger tits (oh, yeah)
pop that 30, not that 10, i need a bigger itch (oh, yeah)
i got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger b*tch (oh, yeah)
tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (oh, yeah)
uh, young rich n*ggas, we rare (uh*huh)
all the hoes stop and stare (uh*huh)
louis v underwear (uh*huh)
vvs solar flare (uh*huh)
eskimo polar bear (uh*huh)
designer i wear (uh*huh)
bad vibes over there (uh*huh)
in my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
[verse 2]
im surfing on the wave, numbing all the pain, novocaine with the percs (uh)
im out my body [?], yeah i ain’t coming back to earth (uh uh)
without that molly best believe he ain’t gon’ k!ll n0body (haha)
my n*ggas don’t need no money, if i tell them they’ll k!ll somebody (brr)
uh, yeah
n*gga, what’s good?
four of my n*ggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah (brr)
wish you would, who do you think you are, young suge? uh, yeah (the f*ck?)
gettin’ in good, leave ’em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (yeah)
roll up ‘woods, pour up mud, let’s get stuck (b*tch)
where’d all the real ones go? we the only real ones, uh (that’s for real)
we in yo’ place, get in the way, we gon’ k!ll some (that’s for real)
i miss my dog, enemies fall, make him feel us (us)
won’t stop ’til we see blood, make him feel the real us (baow, baow, baow)
pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (yeah)
from the pain in our brains when they took when i gained (uh)
now the days ain’t the same
make me wanna scream out they names (f*ck)
no reply, so we gettin’ high, plottin’ from the other side (boom, boom)

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