Big Dawgs

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[Verse 1: StanWill] (Whew) Rockin' Christian in the Demon, I feel like a sinner Hutch threw all these trophies on my neck, bitch, I feel like a winner Got that chicken on me, your bitch eat me every night for dinner I should throw a leash up on your bitch the way I dog her On that MSR, done wrote more Visas than an author Rockin' all this Christian, should be preachin' on the altar All that fuckin' wave ridin', bet we sink him in the water Tippie-toes say 43, the Glocky hold 'bout thirty-four Walk him down, we get up close on opps and score like first and goal Made a hundrеd thousand off a laptop like I work from home What brodie smokin' loud as fuck, I swеar I think I heard the 'bow I won't rock it, it ain't Ksubi, Mike, Purple Off a pint of yeah, we turnin' every Sprite purple Pushin' up the buffies, I look like Urkel Fire on my waist, you think you reachin' for my ice, burn you Double coffee cup, it ain't no cappuccino in me He got lost up in that water like he Nemo in it I brought new jacks to the city, I'm like Nino in it Ain't nobody testifyin' 'cause brodie, he ain't leave no witness [Verse 2: Tommy G] Knock-knock, who's that? It's me with the pack Now I'm in the trap with Certified Trapper I done see two G's turn into fifty racks Guaranteed I got the shit that break your baby momma's back Big dogs gotta eat like, "Woof" When you speak on me, you better say the truth I'm the big dog prodigy, yo, I gotta be And I'm signin' off, yo, it's Tommy G [Verse 3: BabyTron] Shouldn't have played with the game, called the homi' team Pour a three into my Faygo cream and have a Wocky dream Thousand dollar pair of Jordans on, I'm smokin' Scottie P Hundred worth of jewelry, won't be surprised if my body freeze Cut the traction, finna get to skatin' like the hockey team Murder bravado, you know these not no Abercrombie jeans Put the sauce into a printer, still couldn't even copy me Why you up a thousand bucks? That shit cringy You up and you ain't even give your brother nothin', that shit stingy How he got the cheese touch, you would think that kid wimpy If they throw the bag into the air, gon' catch it like a Frisbee Double cup with medication, this is not no whiskey The way I'm walkin', would've thought it was, it got me tipsy What I got, you can't believe it, think it's time to call up Ripley's Mitten to Milwaukee, got the biscuit in my joggy Bitch, it's the Militia, hit me on the walkie-talkie Wish I would've dropped out, can't even tell you what it taught me They was sleepin' on us, had to wake 'em up like coffee Thirty loose leafs in the booth, my vision foggy Only person see more ice than unky probably Sidney Crosby [Verse 4: TrDee] Only person that I trust is me, myself, and I It's a difference, I was broke and still was gettin' fly I swear to God, your ass a burger and your bitch a fry Damn, I heard your dog was talkin', you livin' like Johnny Test Baby pulled up with her friend, I'm like, "Who suck dick the best?" I ain't hooped in a minute, still ball like I'm at the rec Been doin' this, you must not know you talkin' to a vet' Like I've been ballin', all-time leader, feel just LeBron I told him turn that shit off when I heard that nigga song Can't even tell you what I'm smokin', I just know it's strong 7.62s if he feelin' like he King Kong DSM, SB, it's really the same thing How you don't wanna see me ball? We on the same team Got about fifteen in the Glockie with a red beam Boy, you just started scammin', I was seventeen All facts, no cap, you can ask Tron Now why would you cuff a rat? You know you dead wrong All I think about is money, think my head gone I'm forever shittin', make sure that shit on my headstone (Shit) [Outro: TrDee] ShittyBoyz
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Credits
- Writers
- BabyTron
- StanWill
- TrDee
- Tommy G (USA)