Текст песни Big Mistake - Luwop

Yeah Yeah

Keep on sleeping on me that's a big mistake
More money in this Duffy than
A nigga that just robbed a bank
Keep talking shit up on the gram we'll find out where you lay
Have a nigga running from New York to Cali in the bay

Fat racks in my blue jeans
Niggas thinking it's a stick on me bitch this is blue cheese
Brodie said that he a shooter get to running
Get to running see that green beam

Can't guard me one on one these niggas had to send a double team
I told them get to switching like Durant in 2017
I'm throwing dots should call me sheisty Joe up on the Bengal's team
Left hook with a right bitch I'll make you bleed

Bitch bad but I can't cuff her
Her pussy a dumpster
Mask on her face when I fuck her that hoe under cover
She call my phone when I don't love her I'm blocking her number

Tuck the paper in the purple jeans call them PJ Tucker
Send shots and it's beef better hope you ducking
Bitch bad but I'd rather go fuck her cousin
Put a switch on mac and we get to dumping
Roll brodie up he in this wood now he speaking Russian

Damn Is it Russian is it Spanish?
Bad white bitch good pussy Savanna Cannon
Fuck a record label I don't want no damn advances
The way these rappers drop shit
You would think pampers landing

Quick to judge a nigga or a bitch I'm a magistrate
You pussy's go together hand in hand cut the patty cake
Dick up in my Glock I let it bust but I don't masturbate
Twin Glocks lesbian they scissor cut you lacerate

Cross me like a railroad sign and you gone crash out
Choppa hurt your stomach like McDonald's when the mac out
No I do not wrestle when I put her in position
You'd have thought she trying to speak in morse code
The way she tapped out

She a runner she go all directions
North South East and West
I aint trying to conversate bitch
You can speak with neck
Put my phone on DND I don't need the stress
Put all my niggas on now I got to feed the rest

Keep on sleeping on me that's a big mistake
More money in this Duffy than
A nigga that just robbed a bank
Keep talking shit up on the gram we'll find out where you lay
Have a nigga running from New York to Cali in the bay

Keep on capping to me you ain't got no hat on
Feel like Barry bonds throw her to me I'll send her home
Don't hit me for no pape bitch, hit the bank for a loan
Peek a Boo make a bitch scream when she my phone

Stackin commas got more hunninds than a Jewish nigga
Hit the bitch and spread her up like J in a PB sandwich
Talking hot up on the web until you shorty switching
Call her up I bet she in my crib cooking in my kitchen

Rap niggas treat em like a roach tweak out get to stepping
Feel like tank one hit his dome on the ropes I slept em
This my dick not a stick bitch I don't need no weapons
Throw it deep feel like Jamar chase Ima always catch it.