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Big Guwap Lyrics

from Trap God 2

"Big Guwap" is track #2 on the album Trap God 2. It was written by Dotson, Xavier / Dotson, Xavier / Davis, Radric N.
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Fishscale all over my motherfucking apartment
Damn, I got dope all on garment
Cooking dope and trust tree, move the trap to Sun Valley
Now Im in Gresham housing, money piling, money piling
Im so fresh, dont need a stylist
Buy a rental car and tint the windows
Buy a car, stop the mileage
Stuffing bricks all in a fender
Stuffing P's in the spare tire
Gucci aint real, you a damn liar
Save yo nigga a lot of fire
I'mma show you sucka niggas Wi Fi
Serve more chicken than Popeyes
Strong purp, Popeye
One day I might die, but not soon because Im strapped fool
I got old schools, I got new schools, I got one rule dont cross me
Red bottoms on my feet, courtside next to Spike Lee
Baby, Im Spike Lee

All the purple, all the white
All this grain, taking a flight
Up all night, nigga getting shot
Man getting popped, Big Guwap
Drop my top, suicide doors
Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls
Money over hoes, recycling your clothes
You niggas going broke, Im sure of my goals
Wop!

Little Mexico we cook up dope
If a nigga broke, we sell him soap
I can see it in your eyes that you niggas going broke
Cause you dont got no pres no mo
Yo bitches gone, yo money getting low
He used to buy bricks, now he buyin a fo
Money over bitches, cant wife no ho
Money over everything, cant go broke
We blowing gas, smoking on flights
Place your order, Ill be there over night
Im talking private planes
Hundred bricks of white
Still a young nigga, I live a mob life
(Lets go!)

All the purple, all the white
All this grain, taking a flight
Up all night, nigga getting shot
Man getting popped, Big Guwap
Drop my top, suicide doors
Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls
Money over hoes, recycling your clothes
You niggas going broke, Im sure of my goals
Wop!

Songwriters
DOTSON, XAVIER / DOTSON, XAVIER / DAVIS, RADRIC N

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