Lil Durk - Big Dawg Lyrics

Big Dawg Song Lyrics
Big Dawg by Lil Durk [Lil Durk:]
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 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
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
Worried 'bout my b**ch, you don't even knowin' what your b**ch 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**ch, 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?

[Chief Wuk {Lil Durk}:]
This nigga called my phone, fifty grams, nigga, that's patty cake
I don't even f**k around with no scales, nigga, that's petty weight
All my b**ches 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**ked up that interstate
Hit the road, gettin' to that cash, b**ch, 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**kin' wrapped a brick
A thousand-eight grams I cop, I need my whole lick
Got reputation in the trenches, I don't ever miss

[Lil Durk:]
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Where you get that sh*t from?
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