Letra de Big Dawg - Lil Durk

(Feat. Chief Wuk)

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 your 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?)

Tried to 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

An aggravated UUW, scratch the numbers off

Oh, hell nah, Chicago startin' to want them bails bonds

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, you 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

Worried 'bout my bitch, you don't even knowin' what your bitch doin', uh

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, I need my whole lick

Got reputation in the trenches, I don't ever miss

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