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点击复制Big Boy - Meek Mill
Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Jordan Holt-May/Nikolas Papamitrou/Nii Noi Tetteh/Jack
Composed by：Robert Williams/Jordan Holt-May/Nikolas Papamitrou/Nii Noi Tetteh/Jack
Yo Nick Papz make it slap
(Brr)
Anybody go against the game is real bad karma with them choppers
You dig
Woah uh
Know who run the city I'm like yeah yeah
Gave my sister platinum AmEx card was just on welfare
My dawg had asked me to bring the AR out and
I'm like hell yeah
Y'all only be poppin' out here to clock 'cause
Y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs I can't take no more
Catch you rappin' snatch him out his juice 'cause
I can't fade no more
Ridin' with some **** R C O D can't even pay no more
You swing on me my dawg attack
That's switch hit it don't spray no more he emptied that
I'm from Philly backdoor we get into that
I would really whack you 'bout
That **** you said on the internet
Richard Millie right here in the trenches
Where we sittin' at
He try cut through the alley and got smoked right
Where the fence is at
They don't know where my mental at
(They don't)
I think think it's sweet 'cause
I've been givin' back
Called cuzzo take them rentals back
Yeah we them that been poppin' all
That big boy ****
Brand new AP on my wrist know
That's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper
This a big boy stick yeah
(Brr)
Who wanna go to war
Show way too much love to all these
I can't even show no more
Put this ***** on seventeen PJ's
That ain't your ho' no more
Send the blitz' them killers come with that switch
So they can't blow no more
Brr blow it yeah
Lately I been like ****
(For what)
'Cause I don't trust
Cut 'em off I don't **** with 'em
Must be a ****
Big Phantom in the trenches feel like a truck
I can **** for free but I give her ratchet 'cause
I **** with her
Million dollar jewelry
I ride Louis with my dawgs sweater
She act like a groupie
I get stupid on it one hit
I fear no I'm here four killers
No tellin' how I'm comin'
It might be Cullinan or four wheeler
She ain't tellin' that we ****
'Cause she can tell that I got more *******
More Glocks more switches
Trappin' off of four listings
Yeah and these don't want no war with us
Posted up in them trenches
I got that chop' right by the store with us
I get to lockin' in like
I went broke when I need more millions
More money more killers **** just make me more vicious
I flew her out on the one way
Ain't been back 'cause she on tour with us
Yeah we them that been poppin' all
That big boy ****
Brand new AP on my wrist
Know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds for my dad chopper
This a big boy stick
(Brr)
Show way too much love to all these
I can't even show no more
Put this ***** on seventeen PJ's
That ain't your ho' no more
Send the blitz' them killers come with that switch
So they can't blow no more
Brr blow it yeah