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Artiste : Lucki
Titre : BIGGAVEL
(Grow up, nigga)
Brrt, mm, stupid
Aight, tsh, the fuck they talkin´ ´bout?
Yeah (´Crete, ´crete, ´crete, ´crete, ´crete)

My momma mistakin´ my bitches, huh
White bitch cleanin´ my dishes, huh
I still leave a boat with the fishes, huh
I still won´t sip on the Tris´
I bought her a Birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious
Speakin´ on me, so I know he depressed, I hope he Cobain himself
I´ma go fuck his bitches
He can duck everything ´cept these bullets, and that´s just hardcore physics
I won´t give a bitch my digits
Somethin´ happen to me, I ain´t trippin, I know all my dogs gon´ have to get vengeance
Flesh shot, give a fuck ´bout a witness
Get back, if you don´t, we some bitches

These low-tier bitches is some business
Fuck ´em all, like a Teddy on missions
If I get on that time, it get vicious
I don´t ever move ´round with malicious
Intent, but if you cross me, then I´m crossin´ you back like Isiah on Pistons
All them boys hopin´ and wishin´, they would´ve listened
Three hunnid RP´s, they stuffed in a box
Dog get ridin´ ´round me, I´ll tie him with the knocks
I used to knock on their door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block
Now I buy stocks and Rolls Royce trucks
I used to sweep up hair at the shop
Nah, for real, facts
Ecstasy pills by the pack, ha, Molly came by the pound, huh

Codeine came out the crate, can´t fuck with no niggas who rape
Crete´ put that boy on skates, preachin´ the word like Jake´s
These bitches gon´ fuck a face, I´m tryna go big, like Ace
I´m tryna go big, Biggavel
I was poppin´ some shit, they could smell
I been up on the ave´ since twelve
Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails
Pussy

I´m the highest, this not a debate
I´m the highest, this not a d–
I´m the highest, this not a debate
I be trickin´, but don´t got a cape
I´m disturbin´ the peace of LA

White bitch in the Porsche truck hate me
Tell me that yo´ pussy is real
I paid for that shit like the bill
Bad karma, ´cause looks can kill
I bought her a Birkin, said, "Welcome to Hell"
He fell off, he posted a grill, if one of us catch ´em, we won´t get a bail
Don´t gotta explain myself, spent that shit like I paid it myself
She so pretty, I invest in her swimsuit brand knowin´ it´s gon´ stay on the shelf
Two-face king, you can meet the other me, but that´s if you make it there
Curious enough, I´ll take you there
I wrote half of this verse in a Bentley
I just took that girl right to the city
She a weirdo ho like Missy
Fishtail on the track, got dizzy, ayy

Fishtail on the track, got dizzy
Fishtail on the track, got dizzy
Fishtail on the track, got dizzy