Jah Jr. & SwankMadeDis - Big (feat. Three)

Yeah
Junya
(Got my nigga Three in this bitch)
This that big shit man. Big way
I talk big big shit
Hit a lick, make it flip, that's that wrist whip shit
Aye, Ugh. I talk big big shit
Mane that hustling in my blood, I can't fix this shit
Aye, Ugh. She talk big big shit
Let em know, CEO, that's that rich bitch shit
Aye, Ugh. We talk big big shit
Mane that hustling in my blood, I can't fix this shit
Catching plays like Victor Cruz on this paper route (salsa)
Writing affirmations out. Me and my spouse
Remember when I lost it all, I ain't have no doubts
Gotta know how to move in a fucking drought
You won't know shit til it's done, I don't say a thang
My circle small cuz niggas playing games
Bought my girl a Telfar, yeah that big bitch
Gold chains, big rings, she do big shit
Yeah all of my niggas successful
Test em and shit get stressful
Homie gon wipe yo nose like bless you huh
Never a need to flex, they using them
Tecs to send you a message, but
It ain't a need for violence we
"Move in silence" intellectuals
To level up I had to step it up
Applying pressure for that bread it ain't no letting up
Never gave attention to a thang that ain't affecting us
Folks wanna be next to us
Because they know we blessed as fuck, but
Yeah
I talk big big shit
Hit a lick, make it flip, that's that wrist whip shit
Aye, Ugh. I talk big big shit
Mane that hustling in my blood, I can't fix this shit
Aye, Ugh. She talk big big shit
Let em know, CEO, that's that rich bitch shit
Aye, Ugh. We talk big big shit
Mane that hustling in my blood, I can't fix this shit
Hard hat zone work going on no break
They can smell me fore I even set foot on the pavement
Foot on they necks trying to make it make sense let me check
Been living like any day it could be up since that wreck
Do the most for that check. Die behind my respect if it come to it
They gon have to keep record of it
Paint a big mural more options than Georgia tech running routes no cleats
Hoe I'm new boot goofing
Double denim clear weather suede, they look like Supras
Way different than what ya used to styling, profiling
I'm laughing follow the bread crumbs all the way to the bank
That's where ya find me. Blowing clouds of exotic
Tip shawty like thank ya kindly she choosing, know ion mind it
Notice we do it bigger than niggas that say they grinding but be lying
She say that I got the juice, and her desire to try it is
Higher than me as a pilot, I'm one of the flyest, Lang

Written by:
Johnny Howard Jr., Tre'liq McKune

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find