| Told me that she numb to it, she don’t get feelings
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| I’m a smooth criminal, I’m a slick villain
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| I already finished, but the dick still in (Dick still in)
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| Ass fat, she ain’t get fillings (Fillings)
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| Weezy F. Baby, I don’t hit ceilings
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| And my brodie got a job, yeah, he quit dealing
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| OGs tryna figure what the kids feelin' (Kids feelin')
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| The flow need penicillin
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| I been trying to get these pent up feelings off
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| I could give a fuck about how the fuck you feel about everything
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| Ice make it sound like I carry change (Carry change)
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| She’s addicted to the Mary Jane
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| But she’s still got goals like Harry Kane
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| Pussy hit me like a hurricane
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| And I came quick but the shit was not embarrassing (Ooh)
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| Go and let it marinate
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| Show packed out and I’m standing on a barricade
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| Bad chick, black dress with a pair of shades
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| On the sidewalk, in the crib she don’t wear a thing
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| She don’t wear a thing when we in the crib, you already know, ayy
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| She don’t wear a thing, yeah, she get naked 'round me, she don’t—
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| Okay, I’m big chillin' (Chillin', ayy, ayy)
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| Told me that she numb to it, she don’t get feelings
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| I’m a smooth criminal, I’m a slick villain
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| I already finished, but the dick still in (Dick still in)
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| Ass fat, she ain’t get fillings (Fillings)
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| Weezy F. Baby, I don’t hit ceilings
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| And my brodie got a job, yeah, he quit dealing
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| OGs tryna figure what the kids feelin' (Kids feelin')
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| Just like Fig Newtons
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| Man, these fellas real sweet, it’s no disputin'
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| No tickets at the door, I can’t get you in
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| Know we used to have something, but it’s slick ruined (Ruined)
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| Slick talk, can’t stop, won’t stop until the world pissed off
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| In a plane every week, I’m getting sick of Biscoffs (Ooh)
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| Your chick getting picked off (Uh)
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| Think about life, trying to get the jigsaw put together
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| They ain’t fucking with you 'til it’s all put together (Ayy)
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| When she stepping out, she looking all put together (Ooh)
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| Fuck what the world thinks
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| Because my dogs know me better (Ooh)
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| Because my dogs know me better
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| And she’s a bad motherfucker
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| How could we not go together?
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| Okay, I’m big chillin' (Chillin', ayy, ayy)
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| Told me that she numb to it, she don’t get feelings
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| I’m a smooth criminal, I’m a slick villain
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| I already finished, but the dick still in (Dick still in)
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| Ass fat, she ain’t get fillings (Fillings)
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| Weezy F. Baby, I don’t hit ceilings
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| And my brodie got a job, yeah, he quit dealing
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| OGs tryna figure what the kids feelin' (Kids feelin') |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BIG CHILLIN , by - Jack Harlow. Song from the album Confetti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп