Lil Durk, Chief Wuk - Big Dawg lyrics

She want that big bag
She don't want that lil' girl shit
I just get mad when you
On that lil' girl shit
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Drink a six down
Tell bro to stop to get a kit 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 shit jet brown
New Dior sneakers kinda slick
(Why would I lie on him?)
Think he slick 'cause he tried
To take his brother off
(Why would I lie on him?)
One nigga can't stop the killings
Only money talk (Why would I lie on him?)
Gotta watch the sneaky hoes
Snatchin' rubbers off


(Why would I lie on him?)
I told you to your face you're a snake
So 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 niggas gonna tell
You start the prayer talk
I aggravated you, you dumb
You scratched the numbers off
Oh, 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 niggas 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
Uh hit up with a switch
He don't even know where he hit from
Worry 'bout my bitch
You don't even knowin' what your bitch 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
Bitch, this a Patek, this is not a Cartier

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This nigga called my phone
Fifty grams, nigga, that's patty cake
I don't even fuck around
With no scales, nigga, that's petty weight
All my bitches be in the kitchen cookin'
Got they ass bakin' cakes
Could've went to school for culinary arts
I would've went every day
Thought I'd have my CDL license
Fucked up that interstate
Hit the road, gettin' to that cash, bitch
I'm a heavyweight
I'm a big dawg, I'm a big dawg, I'm a big
(Go, go, go, man, what?)
I'm a big dawg, I'm a big dawg
I'm a big dawg (Go, go, go)
I'm a problem with that trappin' shit
Don't call my phone if you ain't
Never fuckin' wrapped a brick
A thousand-eight grams, I cop out
I need my whole lick
Got reputation in the trenches
I don't ever miss

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