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Key Glock - Biig Boyy! Lyrics



Key Glock - Biig Boyy! Lyrics
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Yeah



Uh, big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah)

Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah

I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah

Gettin' in and out the Cullinan (skrrt)



Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg, I set trends (I set trends)

Bitch, I just went places 'cause I can (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, another day, another dollar bill (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice, ain't got no chill, uh



Baguette Richard Mill', yeah, sick, uh, ill, yeah

Bitch, I ball for real, yeah, for real, I got skills, yeah

Mil' after mil', bitch, I'm ill, that's for real, yeah

This a double R, but I got F's on my wheel, uh

Nigga, f*ck your deal, I made your deal in a year, uh

Cold-hearted for real, all this ice over here, yeah

McLaren hard to steer, please, Jesus, grab the wheel

Ain't no skeleton in my closet, it's up on my arm, you dig? Uh

I don't f*ck with rats or snakes, niggas or pigs, uh

Nigga, I got straps on straps, nigga you dig? Uh

And I'm gettin' them racks on racks, nigga, you dig? Uh

And them nuthin' but facts on facts, nigga, you dig? (Yeah)



Uh, big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah)

Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah

I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah

Gettin' in and out the Cullinan, yeah



I was born to win ever since the beginning, yeah

I was makin' money I wasn't tryna make no friends, yeah

Self-made lil' nigga, yeah, I had to get it in, uh

Mama was locked up and granny really didn't have shit, nah

Me and pops didn't get along, but rest in peace to him, yeah

I ain't have no father figure, nigga, I had figures, yeah

I'm a King Leo, nigga, might name my son Simba, uh

I remember makin' wishes, now everyday Christmas, yeah, yeah



Uh (yeah), big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah)

Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah

I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah

Gettin' in and out that Cullinan (skrrt)



Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg, I set trends (yeah, I did that)

Bitch, I just went places 'cause I can (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, another day, another dollar bill (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice, ain't got no chill, uh (yeah, yeah)
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Yeah



Uh, big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah)

Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah

I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah

Gettin' in and out the Cullinan (skrrt)



Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg, I set trends (I set trends)

Bitch, I just went places 'cause I can (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, another day, another dollar bill (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice, ain't got no chill, uh



Baguette Richard Mill', yeah, sick, uh, ill, yeah

Bitch, I ball for real, yeah, for real, I got skills, yeah

Mil' after mil', bitch, I'm ill, that's for real, yeah

This a double R, but I got F's on my wheel, uh

Nigga, f*ck your deal, I made your deal in a year, uh

Cold-hearted for real, all this ice over here, yeah

McLaren hard to steer, please, Jesus, grab the wheel

Ain't no skeleton in my closet, it's up on my arm, you dig? Uh

I don't f*ck with rats or snakes, niggas or pigs, uh

Nigga, I got straps on straps, nigga you dig? Uh

And I'm gettin' them racks on racks, nigga, you dig? Uh

And them nuthin' but facts on facts, nigga, you dig? (Yeah)



Uh, big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah)

Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah

I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah

Gettin' in and out the Cullinan, yeah



I was born to win ever since the beginning, yeah

I was makin' money I wasn't tryna make no friends, yeah

Self-made lil' nigga, yeah, I had to get it in, uh

Mama was locked up and granny really didn't have shit, nah

Me and pops didn't get along, but rest in peace to him, yeah

I ain't have no father figure, nigga, I had figures, yeah

I'm a King Leo, nigga, might name my son Simba, uh

I remember makin' wishes, now everyday Christmas, yeah, yeah



Uh (yeah), big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah)

Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah

I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah

Gettin' in and out that Cullinan (skrrt)



Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg, I set trends (yeah, I did that)

Bitch, I just went places 'cause I can (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, another day, another dollar bill (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice, ain't got no chill, uh (yeah, yeah)
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Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Key Glock
From Album: Yellow Tape
Written by: Markeyvius Cathey

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