Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big God, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big God |
| Ear Drummers |
| Fuck is my ransom, homie? |
| Hey wassup, tell me what’s in your cup (what you sippin'?) |
| You from the hood too, don’t be actin' all stuck up |
| You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') |
| I get to rollin' blunts while I’m talkin' to Gs |
| Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck |
| See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') |
| Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) |
| Only the lil' homie stuck |
| Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy, everyday |
| Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you, everyday |
| Only the lil' homie stuck, big up |
| Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah |
| Guess I’ma hold it down, I’ma hold it down |
| I can’t scratch this shit enough, don’t snitch, bitch, hold it down |
| Niggas ain’t know shit, so quit the switch, don’t fuck around |
| What the fuck you pullin' out the gat for if you don’t plan to blowin' it down? |
| Bitch, you plottin' on yo' main man, I’m lookin' good for that |
| Rest in peace to 44 P, they hurt the hood with that |
| Look at all these po' ass kids, the hood fucked up |
| This shit was never my dream, hustle from fuck ups |
| Sit back, blowin' some green, talk to the big god |
| Can you please bless my fam' with tickets too much to ask for |
| Nigga need ya, niggas tryna be greedy |
| Just want good for my people, forgive me of all my evils |
| I don’t mean a lot but you’re tough and I need ya |
| Everyone don’t fuck, don’t give a fuck, I keep her |
| Baby hit the balls, baby rough on the weepers |
| Scratchin' like a panther, puttin' bucks on the liters |
| Hey wassup, tell me what’s in your cup (what you sippin'?) |
| You from the hood too, don’t be actin' all stuck up |
| You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') |
| I get to rollin' blunts while I’m talkin' to Gs |
| Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck |
| See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') |
| Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) |
| Only the lil' homie stuck |
| I pay all my niggas, y’all payin' the badge |
| Live zone 6, with deep mac, trap way in the back (I remember my niggas) |
| In front of church, guns, a TV and a bootleg DVD |
| You old players need to stop hatin' on these young ballers |
| Barkley and Shaq, TNT |
| Diamond Lane, DLG |
| Off the seven like BLB |
| You almost high as GLD |
| I’m from Compton so I don’t expect you to understand my POV |
| I done bossed up bosses, that’s why I said I’m a young OG |
| Now done sold more than a P and I ran from not one nigga |
| Have you raised a bitch to lick dick, just come give her? |
| (Hey) |
| I took too much molly, alert the homies like come get her (fucked up) |
| Hell naw, if you strapped or if he not so don’t fuck with her (yeah) |
| My niggas gon' be my niggas no matter what, so I’m stuck with them (yeah) |
| My bitches like bitches but can’t fuck, 'less I fuck with them |
| Like a toilet, that’s blocked up, yeah, I’m deep in this shit, no sleepin' |
| I’m peepin', everythin' breathin', no love in this shit |
| Go hard as the governor man, and no I’m not lovin' the bitch |
| Remember when the trap was bunkin' |
| Niggas I thought I was makin' money off of publishin' shit (Ha ha, that’s crazy) |
| I can’t stop comin', that’s why I got so many babies |
| And bitches love a dog, that’s why I got so many ladies (What) |
| Hey wassup, tell me what’s in your cup (what you sippin'?) |
| You from the hood too, don’t be actin' all stuck up |
| You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') |
| I get to rollin' blunts while I’m talkin' to Gs |
| Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck |
| See me runnin' this shit up (flexin') |
| Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) |
| Only the lil' homie stuck |
| Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy, everyday |
| Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you, everyday |
| Only the lil' homie stuck, big up |
| Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah |