Download Lagu WORD 2 BIG & TROUB. - YFN Lucci MP3

(Yeah) (Lotta niggas) (Who better?) Uh, uh, uh (Always) Yeah (AK, turn me up) Still screamin' long live Big Look, I remember days he would say I'd be this big I'm the shit like I can't piss, huh Even if I'm guilty, in your eyes, man, I'm innocent Can't be playin' on the internet Look, save the small talk for your dogs, I ain't into that Ay, I'm a dog when it's 'bout a check Hey, if I fall, then you'd better catch After I dog her, I tell her, "Next" Okay, look, penthouse on Biscayne, bitch, all of us in that If you let me hit once, you always gon' spin back She told her friend, now they all in my business Fucked on her friend, now they all in they feelings Okay, Lil' Fly told me not to, and I damn sure ain't listen I fucked up, 'cause everything come with consequences Go get your bucks up, 'cause going against us, you gotta spend it You niggas lucked up, you better thank God I went to prison Look, got your main bitch beggin' me to put the tip in I was just playin' in your mouth, we ain't kissin' I just put 200 in my mouth, ain't no French kiss And I went Picasso in the house, on some rich shit Gone for a year, and they keep tellin' me that I'm different Mom knew I was a problem since an infant I just spent over a million in an instant I just came home like I never lost a penny Okay, Dominicans, Black bitches, long-haired Indians We gon' get this money and leave it all to our descendants Uh, 20 Rolls trucks with the fam, now I'm trendin' House so damn big, park a Lam' in the kitchen Thought I was a Blood, all these Bs, this a billion I can't take advice from no dweeb, you a civilian You ain't never strike, so I don't need your opinion You don't know the feeling when your palm steady itchin' You know I fuck with bro because he aim with precision We ain't aimin' at niggas, man, we aimin' for a trillion Cartier frames solitaire, do your big one All rose-gold, skelly plain, this the big one Look, Louis luggage, hoppin' off the plane like I'm Boston George, we don't ever talk to them boys Okay, look, brought a million dollars to the hood, fuck awards They say I'm worth a million on the Forbes, that ain't enough I just came home, you still playin' catch up The paint on the 'Rari mustard, ketchup Look, you gotta stop lyin' to these hoes, word to Troub Ay, when you don't tell the truth, it make it hard to open up When the whip bulletproof, the doors hard to open up Ay, when the car is a coupe, you gotta offset 'em When you pray about it, make it all better When you pray about it, make it all better We was fucked up, and ain't nobody help us We was fucked up, and ain't nobody help us (Uh, uh, uh)