Big Order Song Lyrics

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Song:– Big Order

Singer:– Lil Keed

Album:– Trapped on Cleveland 3 (Deluxe)

Producer:– FlyKJ & Ferno

Written:– Lil Keed

Big Order Lyrics Lil Keed

[Intro]
This that shit right here, this that, um, real gangster shit, you know what I’m sayin’? Whew
Nigga, the play gotta peel his motherfuckin’ hat back, you know what I’m sayin’?
(Ferno, you spazzin’)
Put his brain where his fuckin’ lap at

[Chorus]
Who gon’ catch them bodies? Who gon’ get it started?
Who gon’ point they 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 choppin’?
Who gon’ put these dreams and money over a thottie?
Who gon’ serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
Who gon’ put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex?
Yeah, I’m countin’ thеse blessings, I’m havin’ so many tallies
Who gon’ gеt the Audi? Who gon’ get the Rolls?
Got skinny jeans, we don’t tote a holster
Main rockin’ Gucci, but she fuck for Fashion Nova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
I ain’t Minnesota, but I hit ’em with the sauna
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it’s hard as a boulder
Plug really trippin’, say he bag and sent the order
But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn

[Verse 1]
Talkin’ ’bout Keed, goddamn
‘Cause I got the 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 know that I’m with it, yeah, you know that I’m Slime Prince
I’m in green, I’m the Grinch, got out the hood, now I make some millions
But I look good, bitch, I pay the tickets, my eyes low, Chrome Heart tint
Yeah, they mad I spoiled my bitch ’cause she suck good dick, goddamn
I’m tryna 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 be in trouble
I got some [?] I end your whole world, yeah

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[Chorus]
Who gon’ catch them bodies? Who gon’ get it started?
Who gon’ point they 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 choppin’?
Who gon’ put these dreams and money over a thottie?
Who gon’ serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
Who gon’ put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex?
Yeah, I’m countin’ these blessings, I’m havin’ so many tallies
Who gon’ get the Audi? Who gon’ get the Rolls?
Got skinny jeans, we don’t tote a holster
Main rockin’ Gucci, but she fuck for Fashion Nova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
I ain’t Minnesota, but I hit ’em with the sauna
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it’s hard as a boulder
Plug really trippin’, say he bag and sent the order
But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn

[Verse 2]
Shit, I just got caught in the middle
Shit, my partner cup the dope like he Sizzle
Stickin’ the fork through his noodle, he tender
No, I’ma act like she thot [?], I don’t surrender
These niggas hoes, they cap
These niggas ain’t showin’ shit, they gon’ surrender
I put some holes in they back, he hatin’
Damn, now gettin’ a subpoena
Shit, give [?] subpoenas
Shit, I’m not the man in the middle
Shit, I give ’em game, I’m fillin’ they brain
Shit, I’m growin’ they mentals
I’m tryna be a philosopher, she give me special head
These bitches dumb, she just be toppin’ me
Yeah, know my main ho gon’ die for me, y’all niggas shrimps
I went and got a lotta, lotta money, it didn’t come from temp
I keep some blue tips on me, on me, in the F.N. clip
It ain’t gon’ be funny how I hit your funny bone with this F.N

[Chorus]
Who gon’ catch them bodies? Who gon’ get it started?
Who gon’ point they 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 choppin’?
Who gon’ put these dreams and money over a thottie?
Who gon’ serve the fiends the things all in the projects?
Who gon’ put the Rolex and rings all in the Pyrex?
Yeah, I’m countin’ these blessings, I’m havin’ so many tallies
Who gon’ get the Audi? Who gon’ get the Rolls?
Got skinny jeans, we don’t tote a holster
Main rockin’ Gucci, but she fuck for Fashion Nova
Car came equipped with umbrellas and a sofa
I ain’t Minnesota, but I hit ’em with the sauna
Then I whip, whip, whip, now it’s hard as a boulder
Plug really trippin’, say he bag and sent the order
But the truck got caught, it was a big, big order, goddamn

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