"Living Legend" lyrics
"Living Legend"
(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Gigantic
Yes, sir (Uh)
Uh, I'ma keep this strap on me, but I'm a four time felon (Four time)
Uh, I'm lethal with this choppa, go ask, dead, bitch, I ain't flexing (I ain't flexing)
I got rich quick off this rap shit, lil' bitch, hell nah, I ain't stressin' (Uh-uh)
Big Moochie a living legend (Yes, sir)
Yeah, niggas say they wanna go to war, know that we ready (We ready)
Trappin' that pack, we got 'bows in the Chevy ('Bows)
Shot to his head, now we see the spaghetti (Brrt, brrt)
Back in my Rollie, this bitch baguette (Baguette)
My nigga play games, then I'm going like Melly (Like Melly)
These niggas be talking, they really be scary (Bitch)
One thirty, that just for my watch and my necklace (One thirty)
These niggas some bitches, they know I ain't steppin' (Bitch)
Uh, price on yo' head and my lil' nigga fetching (Go get 'em)
Don't talk to 12, never did a confession (No-no)
Fuck with Big Mooch', I'ma teach you a lesson (Big Moochie)
Hatin' on Grape, got yo' bitch in the septic (Woo)
Get out of line, we gon' send you a message (Brrt)
Been eatin' good, now I'm going for seconds (Eatin' good)
Know yo' ass soft, I won't think for a second (Bah, bah, bah, won't think for a second)
Yeah, trap house bumpin', that bitch doing numbers (Doing numbers)
When I was fifteen, I sold dope out my mommas (Up out my mommas)
I'm a real gangster, won't wait to put you under (Brrt, fah)
Catch a nigga (Brrt, brrt), then we flush him with this plunger (Fah, fah)
Yeah, y'all niggas dropping them bombs like Osama (Dropping them balls)
King of my hood, they treat me like Obama (King of the hood)
Keep me some shooters, I call 'em yojana's (Keep me some shooters)
Rap game cold, they labeled me Mamba (Rap game be cold)
Put the K up to your face and I bet a lil' nigga won't mumble (Shh)
I'm the young nigga that came from the corner (Came from the corner)
Kill a nigga dead like I gave him Corona (Gave him Corona)
Smoking on so much zaza, shit put me in a coma (Put me in a coma)
I'm fly, young rich nigga, lil' bitch, and I do what I wanna (Young rich nigga)
And I'm still stuck in the trap, 'cause the pack, it land in the morning (Land in the morning)
Me and band man hit Saks, feel like, "Damn, nigga, it's boring (Damn, it's boring)
Three hundred P's in the story (Three hundred)
Bad bitch look like she got deported (Deported)
You come to East Haiti, you getting extorted (Extorted)
Make a big homie look like a shorty (Lil' bitch)
Designer down with the Michael Jordan's (Michael Jordan's)
Get paid to pop out, yeah, I'm really important (Really important)
And I got me a bitch and she super gorgeous (Super gorgeous)
I fuck her real good, but can't pay her mortgage (Smash, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, I'ma keep this strap on me, but I'm a four time felon (Four time)
Uh, I'm lethal with this choppa, go ask, dead, bitch, I ain't flexing (I ain't flexing)
I got rich quick off this rap shit, lil' bitch, hell nah, I ain't stressin' (Uh-uh)
Big Moochie a living legend (Yes, sir)
Living legend
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- Big Moochie Grape Lyrics
album:
"East Haiti Baby: Incarcerated" (2023)
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