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Big Chant (feat. Gucci Mane)

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Letras
What boy

Ayy

Pull up by my earnest b**h yeah they call me bitchin

I been on the run they tryna catch me this a hit skirt

How you get your pistol in the club

Don't need no wristband

Yo b**h homie look up to me you can call me bitchin

Brand new panic water now they call me bitchin

My shit way harder

So they call me bitching bling blow

Push button starter

Now they call me bitchy

Oh they can't tell you shit I bought

It's why they call me peach

Hold up your body swervy

Yo be your man

She lurking hold them back your h**s on purpose

That little hoe say she worthless

B**h hang with the big racks

Breaking these

These big face

If I f**k them you won't get your deep b**h

Do my little uzi

Chopper got kickback like candy

He wanna lick that banana clip

Paint hoe gon' split that

Get no play in the benz

Yo shit wack

You know who sweet on you come get your lick back

Run it bend up like ricky with a hit bag

Call me b**h hand for a reason

Red flag on me I'm bleeding

Real rude cut them off no reason

When I'm through fucking this space

I be on call of duty

Only difference I'm really shooting your b**h got too

Booty booty want me cuff that b**h can't do it

No better hide your ice for you losing

N**a move wrong he stupid

Catch a body in the flight I'm cruising

N**a love this cooking like love

B j pull up by my earnest b**h yeah they call me b j

I've been on the run they tryna catch me this a head

Cash call you get your pistol in the club

Don't need no wristband

Yo b homie look up to me you can call me b j

Brand new panic water now they call me b j

Shit way harder so they call me bitchy bling

Blow push button starter now they call me bitchy gucci

They can't tell you shit up bars

Why they call me bitchy gucci

Your ceo look up to me they call me big walk

So I sit boss and you can tell that by my wristwatch

I make trap music it's too hood to be hip hop

This for the dope

Boys cooking dope up in they fill flows

Man I'm be gucci

I wear more gucci than harry scars

And it took a while

But real screen niggas back and style

Who want some smoke cause they can get it

This ain't no black and mile got eighty rhymes

And n**a hit you from a half a mile

And I ain't jump up off the porch I took a leap off

He just a sheep playing a wolf

That's why that sheep lost

He trying to keep it undercover

We pull the sheets off

He put his cape on trial to save her

But she still creased off

Pull up by my earnest b**h yeah they call me bitchin

I been on the run they tryna catch me this a headcast

Call you get your pistol in the club

Don't need no wristband

Your b**h homie look up to me you can call me bitchin

Brand new panic water now they call me bitchin

My shit way harder so they call me bitching bling

Blow push button starter now they call me bitching

They can't tell you shit up bars

Why they call me bitching bitching