Big 14 Songtext

von Trippie Redd

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"Big 14" ist ein Song von Trippie Redd, der von Honorable C.N.O.T.E produziert wurde. Der Titel "Big 14" bezieht sich au...

Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Huh
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (Ayy, hey)

Don′t come outside, we send them killers at
Your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your
Throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the cloth, look like a
Ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah (Woo)
On the yacht, let′s have a toast 'cause I'm the
G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some
Clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy, thirty)
And just made a hundred thousand for a
Show (Show), yeah (Yeah, hey)
With them slimes, you know them niggas
Wipe your nose (Slime), yeah (Slime)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like, oh
(Oh), yeah (Yeah)

Stackin′ and flippin′ that money, not sellin' my soul (Stackin′ that)
Walk in that room, told that bitch not to slip on
My drip 'cause it′s all on the floor (Don't slip)
Trap all this shit in the Nawf, in the ′bando
They knock at the door like Jehovah (Knock, knock)
I keep a hundred round drum in the back of
My trunk and it bite like a Cobra (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Feelin' like Tony Montana, the world is mine
We runnin' the globe (Mine)
Get the fuck up, I don′t know (Go)
Thirty-round Glock for the internet trolls (Bah)
Fuck on a thot, I′ma pay for the bros (Yes, sir)
Count up a M in one night in my Rolls (Count up)
Put this shit on me or put me in Vogue
Straight out the Nawf, Big 34 (Nawf)
Think that we soft and we shoot out your soul (Hey, soul)

Don't come outside, we send them killers at
Your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil′ bitch, we slice your
Throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the cloth, look like a
Ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast ′cause I'm the
G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some
Clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a
Show (Show), yeah (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas
Wipe your nose (Wipe it), yeah (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid man, like
Oh (Oh), yeah (Yeah)

(Go)
Big speaker, richer than all my teachers, that′s
The same young nigga, used to skip school (True)
Just read up, fifteen Ms touch down in my
Account, I'm in a new mood (Go)
Let's speed up, Adderal, thirty, that′s a lil′
Orange circle, look it up on YouTube (Meds)
Grim Reaper, I can get a nigga out of here, I
Just look like this, I just play cool (Fool)
Shit water, diamonds on H2O (Sparkle)
We gon' pull on him and blow (Bow)
Cop a pint, pour a fo′, coughin', cups and
Drinks, corner store (Kitten)
You spot my opp drop the lo′ (Quick), gotta
Bake me a cake for this dough (Earn it)
Fifty-five deep in my show (Currently), blew
Her back in day before

Don't come outside, we send them killers at
Your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil′ bitch, we slice your
Throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the cloth, look like a
Ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I′m the
G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some
Clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a
Show (Show), yeah (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas
Wipe your nose (Wipe it), yeah (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid man, like
Oh (Oh), yeah (Yeah)

Kill a nigga, drill a nigga, spill a nigga
Caps′ll get peeled, lil' nigga, I was in the field
Lil′ nigga (Yeah, yeah)
AK with that scope, with that beam, where it's
Real, lil′ nigga
We want all the smoke, all the war, we don't
Fear you niggas (War, kill, woo)
We gon′ drill him down (Down), with a
Hundred rounds (Hundred rounds)
She just like my fuckin' sound (All my fuckin'
Sound), she just like to fuck around (Yeah, yeah)
She don′t wanna date (Uh), I just wanna fuck a while
Yeah, I wanna fuck her from the back and go to fuckin′ town, yeah

Don't come outside, we send them killers at
Your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil′ bitch, we slice your
Throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the cloth, look like a
Ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast ′cause I'm the
G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some
Clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a
Show (Show), yeah (Yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas

Wipe your nose (Wipe it), yeah (Yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (Oh), yeah (Yeah)

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