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"Big Order" is a track by Lil Keed, from the album Trapped on Cleveland 3 (Deluxe), released 30th October 2020. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Yeah This that shit right here, this that, um, real gangster shit, you know what I'm saying? Whew Nigga get to playing, gotta goddamn peel his motherfucking hat back, you know what I'm saying? (Ferno, you spazzin') Put his brain where his fucking lap at [Chorus] Who gon' catch some bodies? Who gon' get it started? Who gon' point the fingers? Who gon' keep it solid? Who gon' hit the house and miss the car and hit the body? Who gon' hit a line, take some molly, get to chopping? Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thottie? Who gon' serve the fiends them things all in the projects? Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex? Yеah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm having so many talliеs Who gon' pick the Audi? Who pick the Rover? Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster Main rocking Gucci, but she fuck for Fashion Nova Car came equipped with umbrellas and a soda I ain't Minnesota, but I hit it with the soda Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder Plug really tripping, say he vacuum-sealed the odor But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn [Verse 1] Talking 'bout Keed, goddamn 'Cause cottage cheese in my jeans, goddamn I don't give a fuck, bitch, go on, goddamn Why you think you sell it? I got bars, goddamn Who? Yeah, yes, ho Quay' so huncho No Quavo I got shows So I'm gettin' a lot of backends, goddamn And you know they be ready Yeah, you know that I'm Slime Prince I'm making green, I'm the Grinch Got out the hood, now I make some millions But I look good, bitch, I pay the ticket My eyes low, Chrome Heart tint Yeah, they mad I spoiled my bitch 'Cause she suck good dick, goddamn I'm trying to get higher I got this purple drank on me, it was some Wockhardt I got this wood Drac' on me, it crush your whole world Hope you don't ever try to diss me, you'll be in trouble I got so many fucking [?][1:42] [Chorus] Who gon' catch some bodies? Who gon' get it started? Who gon' point the fingers? Who gon' keep it solid? Who gon' hit the house and miss the car and hit the body? Who gon' hit a line, take some molly, get to chopping? Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thottie? Who gon' serve the fiends them things all in the projects? Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex? Yeah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm having so many tallies Who gon' pick the Audi? Who pick the Rover? Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster Main rocking Gucci, but she fuck for Fashion Nova Car came equipped with umbrellas and a soda I ain't Minnesota, but I hit it with the soda Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder Plug really tripping, say he vacuum-sealed the odor But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn [Verse 2] Shit, I'm just getting caught in the middle Shit, my partner cup the dope like he Sizzle Sticking the fork through his noodle, he tender Know I'ma air that shit out, I don't surrender These niggas hoes, they cap, these niggas ain't showing shit, they gon' surrender I put some holes in they back, he hating, damn, now I'm getting a subpoena Shit, give my amigos subpoenas Shit, I'm not the man in the middle Shit, I give 'em game, I'm feeding they brain, shit, I'm growing they mentals I'm trying to be a philosopher She give me special head These bitches dumb, she just be topping me Yeah, I know my main ho gon' die for me Y'all niggas shrimps I went and got a lot of, lot of money, it didn't come from Tip I keep some blue tips on me, on me, in the FN clip It ain't gon' be funny, I'll hit your funny bone with this FN (Woo) [Chorus] Who gon' catch some bodies? Who gon' get it started? Who gon' point the fingers? Who gon' keep it solid? Who gon' hit the house and miss the car and hit the body? Who gon' hit a line, take some molly, get to chopping? Who gon' put these dreams and money over a thottie? Who gon' serve the fiends them things all in the projects? Who gon' put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex? Yeah, I'm counting these blessings, I'm havin' so many tallies Who gon' pick the Audi? Who pick the Rover? Got skinny jeans, we don't tote a holster Main rocking Gucci, but she fuck for Fashion Nova Car came equipped with umbrellas and a soda I ain't Minnesota, but I hit it with the soda Then I whip, whip, whip, now it's hard as a boulder Plug really tripping, say he vacuum-sealed the odor But the truck got caught up, it was a big, big order, goddamn
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