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Juice Wrld - Bigger Biscotti In The Air Lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD & Ally Lotti]
Haha
This nigga crazy (Surf)
Bae, say something on the mic
Bitch, I'm high as fuck (Yessir)
Let me add Ally to the second verse, she in there? (Hey)
Bitch
Smoking Cookie Crisp (Yeah)
Stupid bitch (Yeah, hahahaha)
(8-8-8-808 Mafia)
All that shit, fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (All that shit)

[Chorus]
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh, yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh, yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
Uh, young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
[Verse]
[...]
Uh, yeah
Nigga, what's good?
Four of my niggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah (Brr)
Wish you would, who do you think you are, Young Suge? Uh, yeah (The fuck?)
Gettin' in good, leave 'em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah)
Roll up 'woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Bitch)
Where'd all the real ones go? We the only real ones, uh (That's for real)
We in yo' place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (That's for real)
I miss my dog, enemies fall, make him feel us (Us)
Won't stop 'til we see blood, make him feel the real us (Baow, baow, baow)
Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)
From the pain in our brains when they took when I gained (Uh)
Now the days ain't the same
Make me wanna scream out they names (Fuck)
No reply, so we gettin' high, plottin' from the other side

[Chorus]
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh, yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh, yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh, yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh, yeah)
Uh, young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
[Outro]
808 Mafia