Rich Wizard
Big Boogie
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Big Boogie - Rich Wizard Lyrics & Traduction

(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin, bruh)
Frrt, phew, frrt, phew, Big Dude (Mm)
Ayy, ayy, glrrd (Mm)
Ha, ha, Wiz (Mm)
Claustrophobic, I said (Big Dude)

Claustrophobic while I'm smokin', I'm so focused in my wizard donk (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wizard donk, I'm focused in my wizard donk, I'm thuggin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Changed my ice up, went from white to rose (Ha, ice), my new kit match my wizard trunk (Ice)
My wizard trunk, my trunk go big, all purple guts, Margiela dove (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
1973, it shake the streets, I'm turnt up, need to get you one (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Need to get you one, my '73, Impala '73 a donk (Hmm, yeah, yeah)
You ain't never seen no old school with these daisies (Ha, ha, skrrt, skrrt), watch me cock the junt
Watch me cock the junt, big the junt, gold rims, big the junt (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
High as fuck, rocks in my ears (High, high), gang bangin', chuck up the bird (Gangland)
Blew up, I turned to a nerd (Mm), fans know my shit word for word (Big Dude)
Big boy blunts relax my nerves, Rastafari like the herb (Rasta)
Pinky ring pink like a pearl (Pinky), Barbie room for my lil' girl (RayRay)
Rose gold kit, hittin' like (Eh, eh), rose gold bitch, take that (Ha, fat, fat)
Draco, frrt, it go, "Grrah" (Grrat, grrat), send my woos just like that (Woo)
Bitch, I'm Big Dude, you can tell (Big Dude), God, help me with all my spells (Amen)
They just freed Lil Boom from jail, if I stop, that mean I failed (Bow)
Wizard ship Eastside to I (Skrrt, skrrt), stars in it shoot side to side (Shew, shew)
Purple dice on all four tires (Four of 'em), my bitch get wet 'cause it ride
Bandana match the gray 5s (Murder), murder backwards on my eyes (Redrum)
Been a big dog since straight live (Big Dude), talk my shit, I change the vibe (Talk that shit)
Yeah, can I talk that? (Then, yeah, talk that), let me talk that (Go, nigga)
Business man, I'm finna be thirty, I'm workin', I got three houses (Three of 'em)
Thinkin' 'bout money, not niggas and bitches who cappin' on internet grouchin' (Frrt, poor-ass)
Maybach smoked out, bouncin', hotbox hittin', just smoked ten ounces (Ten of 'em)
Neck on fountain (Neck on fountain), penthouse in the mountains (In room with the birds)
Wasn't gettin' money back then, I was rough, but now I'm handsome (Now I'm handsome)
One house in Atlanta (One house in Atlanta), tapped in with the falcons (Tapped in with the birds)
One house in Memphis, but it's on the outskirt, mama gon' answer (My mama gon' answer)
One house in Houston (Yeah), I'm shuttin' that down just off one announcement (I run that bitch too)
My bitch bad, on Boog' (Yeah, yeah), she tender, she fuck with a smacker (Fuck with a smacker)
Niggas be pillow-talkin' to these bitches who go for a rapper (They go for a rapper)
She wanna fuck with a rich-ass nigga (Yeah), can fuck her backwards (Can fuck her backwards, glrrd)
Four leaf clover rich, I spray potion mix (I spray potion mix)
I take motion pics (I take movin' pics), my bitch over 'scripts (My bitch over 'scripts)
My dick was her best (Uh-huh), big shit on my chest (My chest)
Two Ganglands on my chest (Ayy), eight rings to match the whole set, glrrd (My rings)
Impala (Eh), uh, donk (Hell yeah), the wizard in the trunk (Huh, yeah, uh)
Check the lights, they light up at night, my spaceship don't got bunk (Night light)
Come race me and get skunked (Ayy, skunked), I'm rich, I can do what I want (What I want)
When I go on vacation, my phone on DND (Shew), baby, I'm smokin' these blunts (Smokin' these blunts)


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