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Hunxho - Big Body (feat. Lil Yachty) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Hunxho
Hunxho
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aiden Yetman
Aiden Yetman
Songwriter
Ibrahim Dodo
Ibrahim Dodo
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Tyler McLaurin
Tyler McLaurin
Songwriter
Xavier Tumusiime
Xavier Tumusiime
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Cole Graham
Cole Graham
Mixing Engineer
Brudda
Brudda
Producer
Xon
Xon
Producer
Yetty
Yetty
Producer

Lyrics

Know this young nigga the truth You know this young nigga'll shoot, uh Soon as I see him, I doo-doo-doo You lil' niggas sweet, nigga, pause, whoa I'm a dawg, so I fucked the bitch raw, whoa One hundred thousand in an hour, bool Like fuck that, I spent that on towels, ooh Remainder of the year, gotta keep shit What would I do with a- What would I do with a V6? This here a big-body Jeep, bitch This here a big-body, I keep it bool She wanna fuck, shit, I'm not in the mood You hang with the opps, you'll die if you do I make the nigga mama cry what I do I'm known to shoot at niggas in the way Every time I go outside, shit, I get paid Every time I DM a bitch, I get laid The way she be fuckin' me, she make me late I drop a song, just like droppin' bombs She get fucked in the mornin', though She feel better than her, fucked her better than her I fucked her with a bun, though, yeah, yeah Bought some VVs, bought a Range Bought some a house, couple chains Still gang, know the set Gangbang while I gangbang the bitch Nigga poured, I ain't been signin' shit Fuck her throat, I ain't fucked in a minute My body, shit, I don't know nothin' Call me Bennett, shit, I ain't in it I put an animal right in my energy Like we slidin' on nigga with vengeance This bih be quiet, this shit like a hemi He really wild and shit, he a demon I went 'Cat Nigga thought shit was fun, we'll air it out, nah Nothin' red but this rag I bleed I keep a 30 in this mag, I squeeze Know this young nigga the truth You know this young nigga'll shoot, uh Soon as I see him, I doo-doo-doo You lil' niggas sweet, nigga, pause, whoa I'm a dawg, so I fucked the bitch raw, whoa One hundred thousand in an hour, bool Like fuck that, I spent that on towels, ooh Remainder of the year, gotta keep shit What would I do with a- What would I do with a V6? This here a big-body Jeep, bitch This here a big-body, I keep it bool She wanna fuck, shit, I'm not in the mood You hang with the opps, you'll die if you do I make the nigga mama cry what I do Let's get it (phew) We not afraid, I got my brothers (phew) Ride with my twin, ride with my cutter Ride with my hitter, ride with my slugger Slangin' that Benz, seats like butter (phew) She brought her friend, I'm tryna get under I got an FN, it singin' like Sonia Truck out the jungle, geeked up, steady stumblin' (phew) I put a ho on X pill, she krumpin' Real rich junkie, a million on Deen (slatt) Met her online, put her straight in Celine Ho tried to violate, put her on ice (phew) Fuck that boy amateur, switch up at rice Niggas ain't never been realer than me Richest out there, then the billin' on me Bitch want a Birkin, I spend it on lean iPhone twerkin', it's Xans on the line Bentley was pine, I feel like a don (ski, ski) Never was cheatin' on you, break that shit down All of my hos, one bed and one sound I know these rappers don't like me for real I never needed not one of 'em ever Light skin ho, lightweight like a feather I hate when she drink, ho get messy as ever, it's us Know this young nigga the truth (forever) You know this young nigga'll shoot, uh (forever) Soon as I see him, I doo-doo-doo (hrr) You lil' niggas sweet, nigga, pause, whoa I'm a dawg, so I fucked the bitch raw, whoa One hundred thousand in an hour, bool Like fuck that, I spent that on towels, ooh Remainder of the year, gotta keep shit What would I do with a- What would I do with a V6? This here a big-body Jeep, bitch This here a big-body, I keep it bool She wanna fuck, shit, I'm not in the mood You hang with the opps, you'll die if you do I make the nigga mama cry what I do
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Aiden Yetman, Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo, Tyler Mclaurin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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