Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big, artist - Juice WRLD. Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big |
| Hmm, uh-huh |
| (Hit-Boy) |
| Bitch |
| Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy |
| I done, I done made it |
| I done made it, made it, yeah |
| I’m sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though |
| Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit |
| Fuck nigga |
| Uh, yeah |
| I’m on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse |
| Even at my worst, I’m feeling like I am the best |
| I done Metta World Peace to myself like I’m Ron Artest |
| I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec |
| Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest |
| Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah |
| I’ma turn a nigga block to an art project |
| Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at? |
| Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay |
| If you ain’t payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face |
| 50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate |
| I got that pump, it’s ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes |
| I ain’t Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang |
| We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes |
| Yeah, I’m talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane |
| That lil' bitch like, «Burr,» why she so insecure? |
| Who got the pills in here? |
| How do you live in here? |
| I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah |
| I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah |
| I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let's go) |
| She saw me in the club, how did you get in here? |
| Fuck is you doin' here? |
| Why is you shootin' here? |
| Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah |
| Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah |
| Yeah, away, away, away, away, away |
| You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé |
| Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame |
| Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I’ma still get laid |
| Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed |
| I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it) |
| Chicago shit, Chicago nigga |
| Fuckin' with a Philadelphia bitch |
| Yeah, I’m super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn’t tick |
| Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended |
| Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich |
| Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don’t forget shit |
| You don’t know when to stand |
| You got it bad, man, come in, oh |
| Oh, baby, come in |
| Man, I don’t forget shit |
| Uh, yeah |
| I’m on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse |
| Even at my worst, I’m feeling like I am the best |
| I done Meta World Peace to myself like I’m Ron Artest |
| I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec |
| Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest |
| Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah |
| I’ma turn a nigga block to an art project |
| Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at? |
| Army sergeant, no rank, yeah |