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Big Mouth Video (MV)




Performed By: Local Goon
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Alieu Mbye




Local Goon - Big Mouth Lyrics




I heard these niggers wanna slide with their fist now
We over here riding with glicks now

Them man keep talk they act like a bitch now
You can get slapped for just having a big mouth

New route I'm in a big town
New food I got the good loud

They see me popping so now then wanna look now
Ain't nothing can't stop me when chasing the bag

I'm taking off ain't no time to come back
Pab came along that's the blood that's my fam

Time to wake up imma run up the map
Ain't no time for the fake cause I'm ducking them out

We keep it low, cause the feds are on go
Miss all the the bros, Man Just let all them go

F*ck who control imma let all the know
They want us to work when there's nothing owe

I'm southeast nigga on the westside
Tryna beef me your a dead guy

My GGs on the left side
Always gotta pray to the head high

Who these niggers, bye
I see the lies on my left eye

If you cross the line then I let it fry
I be kicking and rocking no dead vibe

Yea i am that dude
Im in the booth with Robert that's true

I came in the game, don't sound like your crew
Don't be pissing off I'm not fine with that mood

Get hit with the bottle
You tripped you wobble

Give the me square I ain't talking about waffle
I'm preaching to god I ain't talking about Gospel

Please don't disturb me
Your moving too thirsty

Just stand up in the line
Imma slap you a thirty

I be dishing these packs up and down in my jersey
Cruise on your block, catch me riding riding dirty

Still got opps upsah up in eltham
Free up my guys that's still stuck up in feltham

Your not my guy, no your no welcome
My shooters on deck and we slide up in Belgium

I heard these niggers wanna slide with their fist now
We over here riding with glicks now

Them man keep talk they act like a bitch now
You can get slapped for just having a big mouth

New route I'm in a big town
New food I got the good loud

They see me popping so now then wanna look now
Ain't nothing can't stop me when chasing the bag

I'm taking off ain't no time to come back
Pab came along that's the blood that's my fam

Time to wake up imma run up the map
Ain't no time for the fake cause I'm ducking them out

We keep it low, cause the feds are on go
Miss all the the bros, Man Just let all them go

F*ck who control imma let all the know
They want us to work when there's nothing owe
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I heard these niggers wanna slide with their fist now
We over here riding with glicks now

Them man keep talk they act like a bitch now
You can get slapped for just having a big mouth

New route I'm in a big town
New food I got the good loud

They see me popping so now then wanna look now
Ain't nothing can't stop me when chasing the bag

I'm taking off ain't no time to come back
Pab came along that's the blood that's my fam

Time to wake up imma run up the map
Ain't no time for the fake cause I'm ducking them out

We keep it low, cause the feds are on go
Miss all the the bros, Man Just let all them go

F*ck who control imma let all the know
They want us to work when there's nothing owe

I'm southeast nigga on the westside
Tryna beef me your a dead guy

My GGs on the left side
Always gotta pray to the head high

Who these niggers, bye
I see the lies on my left eye

If you cross the line then I let it fry
I be kicking and rocking no dead vibe

Yea i am that dude
Im in the booth with Robert that's true

I came in the game, don't sound like your crew
Don't be pissing off I'm not fine with that mood

Get hit with the bottle
You tripped you wobble

Give the me square I ain't talking about waffle
I'm preaching to god I ain't talking about Gospel

Please don't disturb me
Your moving too thirsty

Just stand up in the line
Imma slap you a thirty

I be dishing these packs up and down in my jersey
Cruise on your block, catch me riding riding dirty

Still got opps upsah up in eltham
Free up my guys that's still stuck up in feltham

Your not my guy, no your no welcome
My shooters on deck and we slide up in Belgium

I heard these niggers wanna slide with their fist now
We over here riding with glicks now

Them man keep talk they act like a bitch now
You can get slapped for just having a big mouth

New route I'm in a big town
New food I got the good loud

They see me popping so now then wanna look now
Ain't nothing can't stop me when chasing the bag

I'm taking off ain't no time to come back
Pab came along that's the blood that's my fam

Time to wake up imma run up the map
Ain't no time for the fake cause I'm ducking them out

We keep it low, cause the feds are on go
Miss all the the bros, Man Just let all them go

F*ck who control imma let all the know
They want us to work when there's nothing owe
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Writer: Alieu Mbye
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