I've been at it
This ain't magic
Swear they call it luck
Got a lot of love
But she call me for the other stuff
F*ck on the low
Skip on talking, let it show
Swear these bitches all talk
If she walk it, imma grow
Aye
Big Facts
Want the two tone that's a mismatch
Big facts big facts
This shit ain't no mid pack
Get back, get back
Doubted now they get back
Shit pat, shit pat,
You done really did that
Aye
Yeah
Big facts
Don't do no goofy
Tryna f*ck up my movies
Prissy bitch sipping truly
Simple drip but we groovy
Closet still wanting coogi
Haters gon say we boujee
Tropicana she juicy
Tryna date for some sushi
Acting like she a groupie
Kick her out like im bruce lee
Back in black like im bruce see
I'm at bat with a new swing
Do what I can, run up my bands
Stick to my plan, weed in my hand
Stuck to my hand, never gon land
Taking my chance, they asleep two xans
Foreign gon beep, homie don't reach
Her top off when she ride like jeeps
Might not like me, still gon sheesh
Swear all the bros gon get new keys
Pull off the lot, imma drop that top
Brand new pat, know the shit gon knock
F*ck what you thought, sorry that's rude
Something to prove imma do what I do
Pat Knight - Big Facts Lyrics
Pat Knight - Big Facts Lyrics
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I've been at it
This ain't magic
Swear they call it luck
Got a lot of love
But she call me for the other stuff
F*ck on the low
Skip on talking, let it show
Swear these bitches all talk
If she walk it, imma grow
Aye
Big Facts
Want the two tone that's a mismatch
Big facts big facts
This shit ain't no mid pack
Get back, get back
Doubted now they get back
Shit pat, shit pat,
You done really did that
Aye
Yeah
Big facts
Don't do no goofy
Tryna f*ck up my movies
Prissy bitch sipping truly
Simple drip but we groovy
Closet still wanting coogi
Haters gon say we boujee
Tropicana she juicy
Tryna date for some sushi
Acting like she a groupie
Kick her out like im bruce lee
Back in black like im bruce see
I'm at bat with a new swing
Do what I can, run up my bands
Stick to my plan, weed in my hand
Stuck to my hand, never gon land
Taking my chance, they asleep two xans
Foreign gon beep, homie don't reach
Her top off when she ride like jeeps
Might not like me, still gon sheesh
Swear all the bros gon get new keys
Pull off the lot, imma drop that top
Brand new pat, know the shit gon knock
F*ck what you thought, sorry that's rude
Something to prove imma do what I do
This ain't magic
Swear they call it luck
Got a lot of love
But she call me for the other stuff
F*ck on the low
Skip on talking, let it show
Swear these bitches all talk
If she walk it, imma grow
Aye
Big Facts
Want the two tone that's a mismatch
Big facts big facts
This shit ain't no mid pack
Get back, get back
Doubted now they get back
Shit pat, shit pat,
You done really did that
Aye
Yeah
Big facts
Don't do no goofy
Tryna f*ck up my movies
Prissy bitch sipping truly
Simple drip but we groovy
Closet still wanting coogi
Haters gon say we boujee
Tropicana she juicy
Tryna date for some sushi
Acting like she a groupie
Kick her out like im bruce lee
Back in black like im bruce see
I'm at bat with a new swing
Do what I can, run up my bands
Stick to my plan, weed in my hand
Stuck to my hand, never gon land
Taking my chance, they asleep two xans
Foreign gon beep, homie don't reach
Her top off when she ride like jeeps
Might not like me, still gon sheesh
Swear all the bros gon get new keys
Pull off the lot, imma drop that top
Brand new pat, know the shit gon knock
F*ck what you thought, sorry that's rude
Something to prove imma do what I do
Writer: Patrick Knight
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