Waka Flocka Flame – Big Dawg

Big Dawg
There’s a lot of niggas runnin’ round here actin like big dawgs man
Hey y’all niggas know who the big dawg is man
Still ain’t grow yet lil poodle
Lil boy ass nigga, chihuahua ass nigga
Stay in your lane lil’ nigga
Soak up some game lil’ nigga
Stay in your lane lil’ nigga
Soak up some game lil’ nigga
Soak up some game lil’ nigga
Stay in your lane lil’ nigga
Said I wouldn’t pop and I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell ’em, it’s 50 to kick it
Trappin’ like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors off the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bitch, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
I’m holdin’ weight like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg
Hit in the head him watch his shit fall
Run through the city like crip walk
Bitch, I got racks like Big Tymer
Run up on me trippin’ they gon’ miss y’all
Fuck nigga broke need to fix y’all
Chopper bullet thumbin’ like a guitar
Never knew a nigga make it this far
Big dawg, big dawg
Walking through the city like a big dawg
Pull up on a nigga in a rented car
Strip a nigga naked like a pornstar
Big dawg, big dawg
Big dawg do I what wanna
Big dawg, blowin’ marijuana
We used to run around, 50 bricks in Gucci Hummer
So dread nigga was the gunner
I feed your ass to piranhas
Put you to bed like pyjamas
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
I’m runnin’ shit like I’m congress
I’m gonna eat like regardless
Your big dawg paying me homage
I’m the Clay Co Mr. Rogers
Said I wouldn’t pop and I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell ’em, it’s 50 to kick it
Trappin’ like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors off the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bitch, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
I’m holdin’ weight like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg
Nigga might pull up in a Mulsanne
Hell Street gang, what you claim
Call up my jeweler for a new chain
Used to have dirty ass shoestrings
Shooters on go when I tell ’em
Aimin’ at your cerebellum
Youngins they tote Mac-11’s
Aiming that scope at your melon
You know the code, never tellin’
I got your hoe at the Westin
Niggas lookin’ for me like Chapo
Make that ass clap like bravo
Pull up with the chickens like Roscoe
Strapped up, hanging out the Tahoe
Big dawg, stayin’ on my boss shit
Get your ass wet, don’t cost shit
The ice don’t make you a big dawg
You got it bad, like Kriss Kross
Fuck nigga runnin’ off with the soft
Maybach droppin’, no Rick Ross
Big dawg, big dawg, soak up some game lil’ nigga
Big dawg, big dawg stay in your lane lil’ nigga
Said I wouldn’t pop and I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell ’em, it’s 50 to kick it
Trappin’ like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors off the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bitch, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
I’m holdin’ weight like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg

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