Rich Wizard Lyrics – Big Boogie

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Big dude
Hey, hey, glrrd
Wiz
Claustrophobic, I said
Big dude

Claustrophobic while I’m smoking
I’m so focused in my wizard donk
Aye, wizard donk, I’m focused
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In my wizard donk, I’m thugging
Changed my ice up, went from white to rose
My new kit match my wizard trunk
Yeah, yeah, yeah
1973, it shake the streets
I’m turnt up, need to get you one
Need to get you one, my ’73 impala
Uh, yeah, yeah
’73 a donk
You ain’t never seen no old school with these daisies
Watch me cock the junt
Watch me cock the junt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big the junt, gold rims, big the junt

High as f**k, rocks in my ears
Gang banging, chuck up the bird (Gangland)
Blew up, I turned to a nerd
Fans know my s*it word for word (Big dude)
Big boy blunts relax my nerves
Rastafari like the herb
Pinky ring pink like a pearl (Pinky)
Barbie room for my lil’ girl
Rose gold kit, hitting like eh
Rose gold b**ch, take that fat
Draco, it go rrat
Send my woos just like that

B**ch, I’m big dude, you can tell (Big dude)
God, help me with all my spells (Amen)
They just freed lil boom from jail
If I stop, that mean I failed
Wizard ship eastside to I
Stars in it shoot side to side
Purple dice on all four tires
My b**ch get wet ’cause it ride
Bandana match the gray 5s
Murder backwards on my eyes (Redrum)
Been a big dawg since straight live (Big dude)
Talk my s*it, I change the vibe

Yeah, can I talk that?
Then, yeah, talk that
Let me talk that (Go, n!gga)
Business man, I’m finna be thirty
I’m working, I got three houses
Three of ’em
Thinking ’bout money, not n!gga and b**ches
Who capping on internet grouching (Poor ass)
Maybach smoked out, bouncing
Hotbox hitting, just smoked ten ounces
Neck on fountain
Neck on fountain
Penthouse in the mountains
And room with the birds
Wasn’t getting money back then, I was rough
But now I’m handsome
Now I’m handsome
One house in atlanta
One house in atlanta
Tapped in with the falcons
Tapped in with the birds
One house in memphis, but it’s on the outskirt
Mama gon’ answer
My mama gon’ answer
One house in houston
I’m shutting that down just off one announcement
I run that b**ch too
My b**ch bad on boog, she tender
She f**k with a smacker
F**k with a smacker
N!gga be pillow-talking to these b**ches who go for a rapper
They go for a rapper
She wanna f**k with a rich-ass n!gga
Can f**k her backwards
Can f**k her backwards
Four leaf clover rich
I spray potion mix
I spray potion mix
I take motion pics
I take moving pics
My b**ch over scripts
My b**ch over scripts
My d**k was her best (Uh-huh)
Big s*it on my chest (My chest)
Two ganglands on my chest
Eight rings to match the whole set, glrrd

Impala donk
The wizard in the trunk, yeah
Check the lights, they light up at night
My spaceship don’t got bunk
Come race me and get skunked (Skunked)
I’m rich, I can do what I want
When I want
When I go on vacation, my phone on dnd
Baby, I’m smoking these blunts
Smoking these blunts