St. Lucia - Big Gigantic, Felly

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Yeah, ah, juking, blues like St. Lucia

Crews they ain’t used to, got moves like King Kunta

Go dumb man, I need tutor

Click up and we drink coola

I came for the king ruler

Your strings man they need tune up

My boo she can read future

Pattin' my pockets before the TSA

Weighing my options, I think I need to stay (I need to stay)

Just a little longer baby, I need them thangs

All up on my line like CIA

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall

Freedom rings, miss your call (Brrt, brrt)

Thuggin' on top of the underworld

Is you gon' run when that thunder roars?

Got me one, I think I need a hundred more

Took a jab at my insides

I’m floodin' my gills

Stackin' up with that simp life

And it’s fuck how you feel

Pulling up with no invite (Yeah)

We up in the Hills

Man this shit isn’t real life

Nah this shit isn’t real

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Let’s get this money mane

I need my ones in change

I hit the blunt like it’s Cool Runnings and cough up a flame

Got some designer things

But it ain’t all they say

I’d rather be down in the tropics on a sunny day

Look in my eyes, no cataract vision

I took me a sip and I conjured this feeling

I’m gonna stack up on my opps

Look how I’m tricking, millennial pimpin'

Like baby I’m bad, it’s a sign of the times

Look at the ceiling, I don’t see a limit

A trip to the island to settle my mind

Oh what a feeling, I’m makin' a killing

I hop on a jet, I sit back and recline

Wave your hands from the side to the side, yeah

Hate or love muhfucka you decide, yeah

Oh my, me and Dom goin' wild

No L’s, keep them 1's to the Ja

Took a jab at my insides (Uh-uh)

I’m floodin' my gills

Stackin' up with that simp life

And it’s fuck how you feel

Pulling up with no invite

We up in the Hills

Man this shit isn’t real life

Nah this shit isn’t real

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