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letra de big dawg - lil durk feat. chief wuk

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she want that big bag, she don′t want that lil’ girl sh-t
i just get mad when you on that lil′ girl sh-t (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 sh-t jet brown, new dior sneakers kinda sl!ck
(why would i lie on him?)
think he sl!ck ’cause he tried to take his brother off
(why would i lie on him?)
one n-gga can′t stop the k!llings, only money talk
(why would i lie on him?)
gotta watch the sneaky hoes sn-tchin′ 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 n-ggas gonna tell you start the prayer talk
i aggravated you, you dumb, you scratched the numbers off
oh, h-ll 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-ggas 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
worried ’bout my b-tch, you don′t even knowin’
what your b-tch 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
b-tch, this a patek, this is not a cartier

where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?

this n-gga called my phone, fifty grams, n-gga, that’s patty cake
i don′t even f-ck around with no scales, n-gga
that’s petty weight
all my b-tches 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, f-cked up that interstate
hit the road, gettin′ to that cash, b-tch, 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’ sh-t
don′t call my phone if you ain′t never f-ckin’ wrapped a brick
a thousand-eight grams i cop, i need my whole l!ck
got reputation in the trenches, i don′t ever miss

where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?
where you get that sh-t from?

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