Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Body, artist - Tizzy StackzDate of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Body |
| Ayy, big body when I hop in the traffic |
| Yeah, keep a big gun so you know I don’t lack |
| Yeah, big body when I hop in |
| Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic |
| Big guns so you know I ain’t lack |
| Pulling cards, I ain’t feeling you gangsters |
| Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain’t no act |
| Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain’t blowing no cash out |
| Ooh, I’m slimy, yeah |
| My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah |
| I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids |
| Homie hit a pick and roll |
| I’ma pull up shooting threes |
| Told her, «Where'd your love go?» |
| I really thought I had the key |
| Always rocking Rolex so I watch out for the evil |
| Took off all my jewelry and I’m still fly like a eagle |
| Uh, this be for my people, fans, supporters, they like brothers to me |
| Bullets ran right by his face and missed his head like luckily |
| My bitch, she real, she stack, she like stick how she stuck to me |
| I got Dior on my body |
| Grew as a hobby |
| I’m still getting sloppy toppy in the car |
| You know little brother 'bout his shit |
| Me and my nigga be slimed out |
| Nigga, we know, we ain’t playing now |
| Niggas, they know that we spraying now |
| Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic |
| Big guns so you know I ain’t lack |
| Pulling cards, I ain’t feeling you gangsters |
| Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain’t no act |
| Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain’t blowing no cash out |
| Ooh, I’m slimy, yeah |
| My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah |
| I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids |
| Homie hit a pick and roll |
| I’ma pull up shooting threes |
| Told her, «Where'd your love go?» |
| I really thought I had the keys |
| Came from the bottom, I came from the bad, bad |
| You try to play with my body, get head tagged |
| You try to play with my shooter, get hashtagged |
| You can’t get your mans back |
| On your head, got big bags |
| You gon' get your wig smacked |
| G-lock switch, don’t kick back |
| Ain’t even make a setback |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, put him on the news |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, we pull up to your crew |
| Up in the field with my niggas, got mob ties |
| We turn your gang to dead guys |
| GG on my waistline |
| He only speak through FaceTime |
| Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic |
| Big guns so you know I ain’t lack |
| Pulling cards, I ain’t feeling you gangsters |
| Ooh, this is my lifestyle, no, this ain’t no act |
| Ooh, I blew her back out, I ain’t blowing no cash out |
| Ooh, I’m slimy, yeah |
| My bitch, she grimy, yeah, yeah |
| I run these bands up, tryna stack it for my kids' kids |
| Homie hit a pick and roll |
| I’ma pull up shooting threes |
| Told her, «Where'd your love go?» |
| I really thought I had the keys |
| On gang, yeah |
| Ayy, hold up, big body when I hop in the traffic |