Rick Flair lyrics

by

Big Moochie Grape


[Intro]
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Yessir
Yeah, yeah, humongous

[Verse 1]
Yeah, trap in the spot and I've been in that b*tch all month (Trap)
Come to East Haiti, I'm servin' them junts (East Haiti)
Have your money right 'cause we ain't doing no fronts (Uh-uh)
Big Moochie eat a n*gga just like lunch (Eat 'em up)
n*gga, you a b*tch and your homie a chump (You a b*tch)
Faggot-ass n*ggas, y'all know y'all some punks (Ha-ha)
Draw down on 'em with the automatic pump
Grrt, fah, now a lil' n*gga slumped
Fresh as f*ck, got on designer and Dunks (Designer)
Presi' my Rollie, I'm feelin' like Trump (Presi')
Servin' that white sh*t just like the Brady Bunch (Brady Bunch)
All of my pockets, they fat just like Sherman Klump
Diamonds, they dance like DJ Unk (DJ Unk)
Make a n*gga play dead like Bigg Unccc (Play dead)
Every day in the hood, trap gon' jump (Uh-huh)
Livin' my life, I'm just havin' some fun (Havin' some fun)

[Chorus]
Woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah
b*tch, and I'm hot like
Woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah
b*tch, and I'm hot like damn (Like damn)
[Verse 2]
Do me a show, all my killers, they outside the club (Outside the club)
Fill up my pocket, not less than a dub (Less than a dub)
Flooded with ice, now your b*tch wanna f*ck (Ice, ice)
Playin' with Big Moochie, n*gga better have good luck (Better have good luck)
Can't [?][0:50] or your ass'll get stuck (Stuck)
They hatin' on me 'cause they know that I'm up (They know that I'm up)
Never had sh*t, now I got me so much (So much)
Blow your ass if you reach, tryna touch (Bah, bah)
Got me a cougar b*tch, f*ck her to Willie Hutch (Cougar b*tch)
Rap sh*t don't work, back in the trap, I'ma get it up (Yeah)
Brand new chop came with a hundred, b*tch, I'ma fit it up (Hey)
Bad b*tch with a big ass, I'ma lift it up
And I can't stop, give a f*ck [?][1:08]
Lil' n*gga fumbled the ball and I picked it up (I picked it up)
Slide down on your sh*t, bet we gon' hit it up
Yeah, and I'm on that trap sh*t (Trap sh*t)
Plug gon' send me a pack, don't give two f*cks about this rap sh*t (f*ck this rap sh*t)
Used to be a nobody, now I'm up on the map, b*tch (I'm on the globe, b*tch)
Kill a n*gga dead just for tryna chase some clout, b*tch, ha, yeah (Kill him dead)

[Chorus]
Woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah
b*tch, and I'm hot like
Woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah
b*tch, and I'm hot like damn
[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga
Ain't no n*gga f*ckin' with me, man
I'ma keep sayin' this sh*t every time, dog, know what I'm sayin'?
You n*ggas b*tches, dog
You n*ggas chumps
You n*ggas faggots
True story, n*gga
Rappin'-ass n*ggas
Cappin'-ass n*ggas
Actin'-ass n*ggas, man
Know what I'm sayin'?
We in a world full of them n*ggas, man
Know what I'm sayin'?
But I'm the real one, n*gga
b*tch
Humongous
Gigantic
The biggest
Bitin'-ass n*ggas, man, y'all hatin' on me, man, know what I'm sayin'? Bitin' my style and sh*t, dog
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