Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big, artist - Mark BattlesDate of issue: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big |
| Sonus |
| Uh-huh |
| Alright |
| I’m careful who I sit with |
| You don’t need a beauty shop to get your wig split |
| Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit |
| Big dick, big hits, bitch, I’m big lit (Uh) |
| My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit |
| If your mama still work, you ain’t did shit |
| We was really going broke just to live rich |
| It was me, twelve, young wanting bread, bread |
| Uh, we 'bout a decade strong (Strong) |
| Started from the bottom now the check’s way long (Long) |
| I’m here for a night then the next day gone |
| Consistent with the mission while the rest stay home |
| Wrong if you niggas thinkin' I’ma screw it up (Huh?) |
| They ain’t know the Vasi gang until I threw it up (Yeah) |
| True enough, now the paper lookin' blue as fuck (Yeah, yeah) |
| You can feed me any beat and I’ma chew it up |
| Lock lips, I ain’t into the gossip |
| I get this bitch jumpin' like a mosh pit (Uh) |
| On my Harry Pot' shit 'cause we got sticks |
| Put you in a box quick like Rod' Ricch |
| Don’t compare a fly bitch to a side dish (No) |
| Sick of all the fake shit, come and try this |
| You need some real nigga dick, come and ride this |
| On some real nigga shit, I’ma glide this |
| I’m careful who I sit with (With) |
| You don’t need a beauty shop to get your wig split (Uh) |
| Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit |
| Big dick, big hits, bitch, I’m big lit (Yeah) |
| My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit |
| If your mama still work, you ain’t did shit (No) |
| We was really going broke just to live rich (Huh?) |
| We was really going broke just to live rich |
| Been about this shit since I was knee-high, nigga |
| It’s in my motherfucking genes, not no Levi’s, nigga |
| Independent 'til I die, I need the strings, my nigga |
| I’m cooking up like I’m the RZA, where the C.R.E.A.M, my nigga? |
| What do you know about that D-Run fight? |
| That trailer park livin', roaches scatter under the lights? |
| Vienna sausage sandwiches don’t sit in my stomach right |
| It’d take an Alex Haley novel to disseminate my plight, this is life (Life) |
| What do you know? |
| Niggas came up from the gutter, for real |
| I’ve been turning my pain into paper, nigga, ain’t that ill? |
| Like King Jaffe Joffer, the way that I feel |
| The nigga you left in the field is at the top of the hill, it went well |
| On point with my shit, all my lyrics, they impale |
| Niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, don’t you know that we inhale? |
| I keep it all to myself, I don’t fuck with the intel |
| They try to count a nigga out, but I made it off of my will (Ayy) |
| I’m careful who I sit with (With) |
| You don’t need a beauty shop to get your wig split (Uh) |
| Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit |
| Big dick, big hits, bitch, I’m big lit (Yeah) |
| My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit |
| If your mama still work, you ain’t did shit (No) |
| We was really going broke just to live rich (Huh?) |
| We was really going broke just to live rich |
| Street nigga, gotta watch who I talk to |
| Bought a Rollie and a ring on a walkthrough |
| Nowadays I can’t chill, I just stop through |
| Rap nigga, I was ill with the pot too |
| Huh, I ain’t never sit at the fake table |
| We can tell by the stitching that it’s fake label |
| Used to pull up with the syrup, this is not maple |
| Coach K, they be shootin' like Jeff Capel |
| '85 SS with the tints on |
| I’m gettin' too much money for a diss song |
| Bubblegoose on the stoop with the longjohn |
| Your main bitch a cheerleader with the pom poms |
| Look, I’m just sayin', what my wrist saying? |
| Shoot my shot, I’m like Melo with the headband |
| California King, got your bitch layin' |
| And I don’t have short thoughts, I got big plans |
| I’m careful who I sit with (With) |
| You don’t need a beauty shop to get your wig split (Uh) |
| Damn near thirty, gotta miss me with the kid shit |
| Big dick, big hits, bitch, I’m big lit (Yeah) |
| My niggas calculate the work like a Fitbit |
| If your mama still work, you ain’t did shit (No) |
| We was really going broke just to live rich (Huh?) |
| We was really going broke just to live rich, bitch |
| (Yeah) |
| (Uh-huh) |
| (Yeah) |