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Juice WRLD – Big Lyrics

Big Lyrics By Juice WRLD


[Juice WRLD]
(Hit-Boy)
B***h
This life s**t gettin’ crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah

Sick and tired of these hatin’ a*s n****s, though
Let my d**k breathe for a couple seconds
S**t, f**k, n***a
Yeah

[Juice WRLD]
I’m on my focus out here, I just had a relapse
Even then I’m always up, feelin’ like I am the best
I just made it World Peace for myself like I’m Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got the TEC, Killtec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this s**t hard to digest
Rockstar, listenin’ Jimi Hendrix in the projects
I’ma turn a n***a block to a art project
Picasso, I’ll paint that
Where the f**k is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank yeah

[Juice WRLD]
Okay
If you ain’t payin’ a hunnid thousand, get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it’s ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
I ain’t Lil Pump, but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout Gucci Mane
Hit a lil b***h like brrr
Why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here?
How do you live in here?
I got my crib here
Havin’ some kids here
I do it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
I do it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah

[Juice WRLD]
She saw me in the club
How did you get in here?
F**k is you doin’ here?
Why’d you shoot in here?
Doin’ it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
Doin’ it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah

[Juice WRLD]
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, oh wait
You on bullshit, I hit you with that olé
Two in my shoulder
I gotta prove myself, no lames
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back, I’ma still get laid
Your b***h a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed (Smash, smash)
I took a piss on your dead homie grave
Chicago s**t
Chicago n****s
F****n’ on the Philadelphia b*****s
Yeah, I’m super-rich
I could pay your rent
All we gunnas sick
Chopper with a the 10s
Pull up with the tints
Just business to me, never gave a f**k
Never gave a s**t
Only gettin’ rich
If I live, forgive and forget
Man, I don’t forget s**t

[Juice WRLD]
(You don’t know where to stand
(You got a better day coming
(A better day coming)
Man, I don’t forget s**t

[Juice WRLD]
I’m on my focus out here, I just had a relapse
Even then I’m always up, feelin’ like I am the best
I just made it World Peace for myself like I’m Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got the TEC, Killtec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this s**t hard to digest
Rockstar, listenin’ Jimi Hendrix in the projects
I’ma turn a n***a block to a art project
Picasso, I’ll paint that
Where the f**k is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank yeah


Juice WRLD Lyrics