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Big In The City Video (MV)




Performed By: Eleasha Eugenie
Language: English
Length: 1:48
Written by: Eleasha Charlton




Eleasha Eugenie - Big In The City Lyrics




Hand in my bag picking up couple racks
Big in the city and no I don't lack
Dressed in black been ready to attack
Uno me and bae gotta match

Looking this way so I made my move
Bring my money bitch bring my blues
Matic on panic gotta hold that tight
Youngest goin in I make it look light

Female rapper yes I will wrap her
Talk my shit cause my reflex faster
Hold my own dem gal a disaster
Bow to me bitch I am your master

Sauce on spill so I stay on fleek
Niggas want you for just one beat
Gang roll in and they got that heat
Yard gal so how mi look so sweet

Anything I say I say with chest
10 years in the game know I'm the best
Look at my life God I'm so blessed
Pretty Yung Stunner Queen of the West

Kill em with silence that's my new flex
Speakin on bum niggas
Don't mention my ex
Holla at badgal to run up check

F*ck with me I'll run up your head
Crazy gal I need alla my bread
Took my time now Eleasha's winnin
Couple years I'll be mansion chillin

Poolside dripping island living
JA to da UK what bitch you know work this brazy
From the hood and still a lady
All that hate it only motivate me

Say what I want do what I want
I'm the big boss It's never my loss
Heading to the top repping for my block
Next top model now I'm flying Bangkok

Wrist look sick but I didn't sneeze
Took my time fly gal on freeze
Play with niggas I love to tease
Wanna wife me I'm his main squeeze

Jamaican baddie pretty and petite
Pineapple lover so my ting taste sweet
Never see me out, only step with elites
Basic bitch you could never be me

Spit my fire now I'm running the game
Real G's want money not no fame
Time will tell if I'm one of the greats
Held my pum and still made A name

Talking my crud the girls act deaf
My Hitta with me who's ready chef
Come correct you don't wanna get left
All fake love but they move obsessed

Heart too soft I am not the problem
See me at top made it from the bottom
Spring baby uno I love to blossom
Bars on a beat yeah G I got them
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Hand in my bag picking up couple racks
Big in the city and no I don't lack
Dressed in black been ready to attack
Uno me and bae gotta match

Looking this way so I made my move
Bring my money bitch bring my blues
Matic on panic gotta hold that tight
Youngest goin in I make it look light

Female rapper yes I will wrap her
Talk my shit cause my reflex faster
Hold my own dem gal a disaster
Bow to me bitch I am your master

Sauce on spill so I stay on fleek
Niggas want you for just one beat
Gang roll in and they got that heat
Yard gal so how mi look so sweet

Anything I say I say with chest
10 years in the game know I'm the best
Look at my life God I'm so blessed
Pretty Yung Stunner Queen of the West

Kill em with silence that's my new flex
Speakin on bum niggas
Don't mention my ex
Holla at badgal to run up check

F*ck with me I'll run up your head
Crazy gal I need alla my bread
Took my time now Eleasha's winnin
Couple years I'll be mansion chillin

Poolside dripping island living
JA to da UK what bitch you know work this brazy
From the hood and still a lady
All that hate it only motivate me

Say what I want do what I want
I'm the big boss It's never my loss
Heading to the top repping for my block
Next top model now I'm flying Bangkok

Wrist look sick but I didn't sneeze
Took my time fly gal on freeze
Play with niggas I love to tease
Wanna wife me I'm his main squeeze

Jamaican baddie pretty and petite
Pineapple lover so my ting taste sweet
Never see me out, only step with elites
Basic bitch you could never be me

Spit my fire now I'm running the game
Real G's want money not no fame
Time will tell if I'm one of the greats
Held my pum and still made A name

Talking my crud the girls act deaf
My Hitta with me who's ready chef
Come correct you don't wanna get left
All fake love but they move obsessed

Heart too soft I am not the problem
See me at top made it from the bottom
Spring baby uno I love to blossom
Bars on a beat yeah G I got them
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Writer: Eleasha Charlton
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