Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Boy Dialogue, artist - Jadakiss. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Boy Dialogue |
| Yo, boss talk, nigga -- start the car, let the Porsche talk |
| Crib big as AC, yard like the boardwalk |
| Models in the master bedroom, get your cough on |
| Haze lit, kush lit, I move and I push shit (uh) |
| I could send niggas to war like George Bush did (uh huh) |
| LV gators on, 20 G footprints (woo!) |
| Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly |
| I was in the drop top when I dropped by (yup) |
| You know it was a 2014 (uh) |
| The work is white, but the money is all green (green) |
| Big boy dialogue |
| All the real niggas with integrity |
| And respect, salute, I admire y’all |
| Me and my niggas |
| Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass |
| Been out all night, grabbing on ass |
| Riding round getting it, my own bitch mad |
| I’m way too rich to be acting like that |
| She got an attitude, I used to love her |
| But now she mad at me 'cause I don’t fuck her |
| Peep the courtroom like I’m fresh out the store |
| Wired like I’m on that blow, fur down to the floor |
| Yeah, yeah, fur down to the floor |
| Me and my, me and my niggas, fur down to the floor |
| Uhh, uh huh, HA-HAAAEEH! |
| I got the perimeter covered |
| It’s what the thugs die for, but the women’ll love it (uh huh) |
| Hands on with the people, I blend in with the public (yup) |
| Lyrically nobody equal, that’s the end of the subject (that's it) |
| That money still coming, them packs ain’t slow up (nah) |
| They try to implicate me, but the facts ain’t show up (stupid) |
| It’s simple, all you gotta do is ask -- they know us (they know us) |
| Rocking that new shit before the racks even go up (fresh) |
| They lust him, my attitude came from customs (foreign) |
| Andy Warhol, Dom P’s and mushrooms (haha) |
| Yeah, fuck it if it’s good, buy it all |
| Desert Eagle firearm, big boy dialogue, what? |
| Me and my niggas |
| Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass |
| Been out all night, grabbing on ass |
| Riding round getting it, my own bitch mad |
| I’m way too rich to be acting like that |
| She got an attitude, I used to love her |
| But now she mad at me 'cause I don’t fuck her |
| Peep the courtroom like I’m fresh out the store |
| Wired like I’m on that blow, fur down to the floor |
| Yeah, yeah, fur down to the floor |
| Me and my, me and my niggas, fur down to the floor |
| Yeah, HA-HAAAEEH! |
| Uhh, yeah |
| Yo, my dialogue is Domiere |
| Red bottoms and mamis that wear Cartiers (mami) |
| Racks in the club if I partied there (racks) |
| Bricks from Enrique’s little brother named Javier |
| Italian whips laced with Versace seats (laced) |
| Got more ice than a hockey meet (ha) |
| Yeah, we could do this shit properly |
| You could buy a block, learned that from Monopoly (uh) |
| Your girl getting top from a girl while she topping me |
| Top 5 dead or alive, no stopping me |
| Big boy dialogue, look but you’ll never find a flyer don |
| Trying to get money like Viacom, what? |
| Me and my niggas |
| Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass |
| Been out all night, grabbing on ass |
| Riding round getting it, my own bitch mad |
| I’m way too rich to be acting like that |
| She got an attitude, I used to love her |
| But now she mad at me 'cause I don’t fuck her |
| Peep the courtroom like I’m fresh out the store |
| Wired like I’m on that blow, fur down to the floor |
| My, my, my, my, my fur down to the floor |
| Me and my, me and my nigga, fur down to the floor |
| All my niggas, get your figures |
| And all my bitches, work that body |
| All my niggas, get your figures |
| And all my bitches, work that body |
| Work that body, baby work that body |