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Big Dawg (Explicit) - Lil Durk/Chief Wuk
Composed by：Durk Banks
She want that big bag she don't want that lil' girl ****
I just get mad when you on that lil' girl ****
ATL Jacob ATL Jacob
Drink a six down tell bro to stop to get a kid
Worth them Ms now me and my lil' brother got a stick
Drunk a xan down woke up and forgot what I had said
My **** jet brown new Dior sneakers tryna slick
Why would I lie on him
Think he slick 'cause he tried to take his brother off
One n***a can't stop the killings only money talk
Gotta watch the sneaky h*es snatch your rubber off
I told you to your face the snakes will cut the brother talk
Why would I lie-
Tryna skrrt off you get clapped though let the thirty off
Ever shot at in a Maybach knock your curtains off
I feel like n***as gonna' tell you start the prayer talk
I aggravated you you dumb you scratched the numbers off
Ah hell nah Chicago star don't want them bell bums
Could've got out early but they caught him with a cellphone
You can't tell me nothin' I'm with the murders I'ma stand on it
You can't tell me nothin' them n***as different can't compare 'em to me
Pull up with a stick pull up with a big gun
Pull up with a stick pull up with a stick
Hit up with a switch he don't even know where he hit from
Worry 'bout my ***** you don't even know what your ***** done
I'm so rich I bring the barber in the club
I'm so rich I'm with the robbers in the club
You end up snitchin' then you not a part of us
***** this a Patek this is not a Cartier
Where you get that **** from
This n***a called my phone fifty grams n***a that's patty cake
I don't even **** around with no scales n***a that's petty weight
All my ******* be in the kitchen cookin' got they a*s bakin' cakes
Could've went to school for culinary arts I would've went every day
Thought I'd have my CDL license ****** up that interstate
Hit the road gettin' to that cash ***** I'm a heavyweight
I'm a big dawg I'm a big dawg I'm a big
Man what
I'm a big dawg I'm a big dawg I'm a big dawg
I'm a problem with that trappin' ****
Don't call my phone if you ain't never ******* wrapped a brick
One-thousand-eight grams I cop out I need my whole lick
Got reputation in the trenches I don't ever miss