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Lyrics: 

[Chorus]
Bigi Poku, laat die speakers zwaar trillen (Trill)
Bassline diep, heel de club gaat killen (Killen)
Mi doro moro, iedereen blijft chillen (Chill)
Bigi Poku, bigi sound, blijf builden (Braa)

[Verse 1]
Ben in de club, alles high energy (Energy)
Iedereen beweegt, dit is synergy (Synergy)
Links, rechts, vibes gaan internationaal (Yeah)
M’n flow, m’n sound, altijd fenomenaal (Facts)
Ik breng die hitte, die riddim is dodelijk (Boom)
Heel de floor beweegt, want die sound is koninklijk (King)
Geen time-out, geen rem, dit is stamina (Nah)
Bigi Poku laat ze zweven, net een camera (Fly)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Wooh) Zet die bass omhoog, laat ze voelen in hun chest (Chest)
(Yeah) Poku op repeat, dit is wat je nooit vergeet (Forget)
Heel de crew in de vibe, alles op z’n best (Best)
Bigi Poku in de game, je weet wat je test (Test, braa)

[Chorus]
Bigi Poku, laat die speakers zwaar trillen (Trill)
Bassline diep, heel de club gaat killen (Killen)
Mi doro moro, iedereen blijft chillen (Chill)
Bigi Poku, bigi sound, blijf builden (Braa)

[Verse 2]
Geef die mic, laat me spitten met die flame (Flame)
Alles hier is big, dit is geen kleine game (Nah)
Shawty draait smooth, alsof ze windmill doet (Spin)
Ik breng de vibe harder, dit is echt geen fluke (Facts)
Haters in de back, maar m’n team is vooruit (Uh-huh)
Big money moves, ze zeggen, “dat is uit!” (Uit)
Ik ben hier met power, breng de poku naar de street (Street)
Heel de buurt kent de naam, nu voel je die beat (Beat)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Bigi Poku, bounce in de zone (Zone)
(Yeah, yeah) Die riddim raakt je straight to the bone (Bone)
Die vibes zijn heet, hotter than the sun (Sun)
Heel de block beweegt, we stoppen voor niemand (Nah, braa)

[Chorus]
Bigi Poku, laat die speakers zwaar trillen (Trill)
Bassline diep, heel de club gaat killen (Killen)
Mi doro moro, iedereen blijft chillen (Chill)
Bigi Poku, bigi sound, blijf builden (Braa)

[Outro]
(Let’s go) Bigi Poku, dit is niet normaal (Wooh)
(Yeah) Heel de vibe hier is fenomenaal (Braa)
Big stacks, big tracks, alles is legaal (Haha)
Bigi Poku, bigi win, niks banaal (Let’s go!)



BIGI POKU [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (woo)
We ain't playin' round here (nah)
Too much sauce, too much flex (let’s go!)

[Chorus]
Exclusive drip (drip), top-tier fit (fit)
Walk in the spot (spot), they know I’m lit (lit)
Ice on my wrist (brrr), frozen like bricks (pow)
Run up a bag (bag), don’t ever slip (nah)
Exclusive drip (drip), too legit (woo)
Racks in the vault (vault), money don’t quit (skrrt)
Came from the grind (grind), never forget (no)
Now it’s just W’s (yeah), nothin’ but hits (brrr)

[Verse 1]
Chain on me swingin’ like Tarzan (whoa)
Whip out the lot, that’s a spaceship, no car, man (skrrt)
Pockets obese, they expandin’ like broadband (big)
Made it from nothin’, now run up them large bands (yeah)
F*ck do they mean? They ain't talkin’ to me (nah)
Numbers go up like they stockin’ the cheese (woo)
Baguettes on my wrist got the light goin’ freeze (brrr)
Step in the game like a legend, believe (let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
Flex on these opps (what?), flex on these fakes (what?)
They tried to hate (huh?), now they just chase (woo)
I got the keys (keys), open the gates (gates)
Only the realest, no room for the lames (skrrt)

[Chorus]
Exclusive drip (drip), top-tier fit (fit)
Walk in the spot (spot), they know I’m lit (lit)
Ice on my wrist (brrr), frozen like bricks (pow)
Run up a bag (bag), don’t ever slip (nah)
Exclusive drip (drip), too legit (woo)
Racks in the vault (vault), money don’t quit (skrrt)
Came from the grind (grind), never forget (no)
Now it’s just W’s (yeah), nothin’ but hits (brrr)

[Verse 2]
I keep it tucked (tucked), they know what’s up (up)
Private jet takeoff, I’m never stuck (woo)
AP two-tone, this ain’t no luck (nah)
Hundred-round drum, don't press ya luck (brrr)
Designer the fit, I just pop tags (yeah)
Pushin’ the foreign, don’t check the dash (skrrt)
Came from the mud, now the bank account splash (whoa)
Tell ‘em keep up, I be movin’ too fast (pow)

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
They see me winnin', they mad (mad)
Countin' these hunnids, no cap (cap)
F*ck do they mean? I’m back (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Exclusive drip (drip), top-tier fit (fit)
Walk in the spot (spot), they know I’m lit (lit)
Ice on my wrist (brrr), frozen like bricks (pow)
Run up a bag (bag), don’t ever slip (nah)
Exclusive drip (drip), too legit (woo)
Racks in the vault (vault), money don’t quit (skrrt)
Came from the grind (grind), never forget (no)
Now it’s just W’s (yeah), nothin’ but hits (brrr)

[Verse 3]
Swerve in the lane like I’m dodgin’ the past (skrrt)
They used to doubt, now they see me surpass (woo)
Walk in Dior, I don’t look at the tags (nah)
Runnin’ through money like sprints on the track (brrr)
They call me GOAT (what?), I’m on a roll (let’s go)
Penthouse view when I sit on the throne (whoa)
Flooded the bezel, I shine on my own (brrr)
All of this money, I never feel lone (nah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Exclusive drip, yeah (woo)
We just up now (pow)
They ain't catchin' up (nah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (skrrt)


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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Woo) (Bitch) (Let’s go!) (Uh huh)
Ayy, run that shit the fuck up — ha!

[Verse 1]
Fresh out the trap, I got options (Uh)
Whole lotta bodies, no conscience (Brrra)
Thick bad bitch in my cockpit (Skrrt!)
She droppin’ low — hydraulics (Wooh!)
We don’t do warnings, no caution (Nah)
He talk too tough, now he boxed in (Bop)
Racks on my neck like it’s hostage (Freeze)
Fuck a deposit, I bought it (Let’s go!)
Young nigga slide like a goon in the snow (Slide)
Stick got a drum and it blow like a show (Pow)
She get me throat, now she claimin’ she know (What?)
Told her I’m DaBaby, lil’ bitch, I’m the GOAT (Woo!)
Hopped on a jet with a thot from the Bay (Yeah)
Told her don’t talk, just know where to lay (Lay down)
He tried to flex, got robbed in the day (Hah!)
We do him dirty, then pray like we saints (Amen)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Look how I step, bitch, I walk like a king (Uh huh)
(Drip) Ice on my neck, I might slip when I lean (Freeze)
(Thot) She eat the dick like it’s Krispy Kreme (Ugh)
(Shit) Ride with the stick, and it come with a beam (Brrra)
(Go!) Hundred on dash, I don’t need no brakes (Skrrt!)
Gang on alert, we don’t do no fakes (Nah)
Money be blue, but the flag still red (Woo!)
Say what you want, but don't aim at my head (Blow!)

[Verse 2]
I keep a stick like I’m coaching (Uh)
He playin' bold, we expose him (Bitch)
Told her bend over in motion (Arch)
She gettin’ wild, need a lotion (Splash)
I’m in the club like it’s church (Let’s pray)
But I still slide on a bitch with a smirk (Grrah)
He want a fade? Get put in the dirt (Boom)
My youngin pop out, make the FN twerk (Pow!)
I don’t do feelings, I ghost 'em (Bye)
Hit from the back, now she floatin’ (Woo)
Fuck up the sheets like it's potion (Ah)
She call me daddy — devotion (Damn!)
Money got muscles, it flex with a vein (Racks)
We don’t do wrestlin’, shoot for the chain (Bah!)
Came from a spot where the roaches would bang (No cap)
Now it’s Dior when I step on a stain (Drip)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Throw up the set, and she bust it in heels (Pop it)
Say that she classy, but suck like she real (Slurp)
Freak on a flight, got her poppin' the seal (Lean)
She want a Birkin? Bitch, sign this deal (Sign it)
Shooters on go, they don’t need no appeal (Go!)
Face on the news, but we keepin’ it chill (Shhh)
I might go viral just fuckin’ for thrill (Ha!)
Fuck all the talkin’, we huntin’ for kills (On gang)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Look how I step, bitch, I walk like a king (Uh huh)
(Drip) Ice on my neck, I might slip when I lean (Freeze)
(Thot) She eat the dick like it’s Krispy Kreme (Ugh)
(Shit) Ride with the stick, and it come with a beam (Brrra)
(Go!) Hundred on dash, I don’t need no brakes (Skrrt!)
Gang on alert, we don’t do no fakes (Nah)
Money be blue, but the flag still red (Woo!)
Say what you want, but don't aim at my head (Blow!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Squad) All this shit I talk — facts (Facts)
Told her I’m him, she threw that back (Throw it)
Glock in the booth, can’t do no lack (Nah)
I’m lit, I’m rich

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