Juice WRLD – Big (Guitar)
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[Intro]
N.C.
Hmm, uh-huh
N.C.
(Hit-Boy)
N.C.
Bitch
N.C.
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
N.C.
I done, I done made it
N.C.
I done made it, made it, yeah
N.C.
I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though
N.C.
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
N.C.
Fuck nigga
N.C.
Uh, yeah
[Chorus]
G F I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse G F Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best G F I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest G F I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec G F Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest G F Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah G F I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project G F Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at? G F Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
[Verse]
G F If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face G F 50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate G F I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes G F I ain't Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang G F We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes G F Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane G F That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure? G F Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here? G F I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah G F I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah G F I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let's go) G F She saw me in the club, how did you get in here? G F Fuck is you doin' here? Why is you shootin' here? G F Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah G F Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah G F Yeah, away, away, away, away, away G F You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé G F Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame G F Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I'ma still get laid G F Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed G F I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it) G Chicago shit, Chicago nigga F Fuckin' with a Philadelphia bitch G F Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn't tick G F Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended G F Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich G F Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't forget shit
N.C.
You don't know when to stand
N.C.
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
N.C.
Oh, baby, come in
N.C.
Man, I don't forget shit
N.C.
Uh, yeah
[Chorus]
G F I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse G F Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best G G I done Meta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest G F I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec G F Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest G F Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah G F I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project G F Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at? B F Army sergeant, no rank, yeah