| Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
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| I just might run up a ticket
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| Tell 'em, it’s 50 to kick it
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| Trappin' like Fifty and Diddy
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| Used to kick doors up the hinges
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| Now I pull up in the Bentley
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| Bitch, I got love in my city
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| And I got plugs in your city
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| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
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| My paper straight like a big dawg
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| I’m holdin' weight like a big dawg
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| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
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| Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
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| Hit from the back like a big dawg
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| Big dawg, big dawg hit him watch his shit fall
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| Run through the city like crip walk
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| Bitch, I got racks like Big Tymer
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| Run up on me trippin' they gon' miss y’all
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| Fuck nigga broke need to fix y’all
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| Chopper bullet comin' like a guitar
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| Never knew a nigga would make it this far
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| Big dawg, big dawg, walking through the city like a big dawg
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| Pull up on a nigga in a rented car
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| Strip a nigga neck like a pornstar
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| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg do I what wanna
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| Big dawg, blowin' marihuana
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| Used to run around, 50 bricks in
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| dread nigga was the gunner
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| I feed your ass to some piranhas
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| Put you to bed like pyjamas
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| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
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| I’m runnin' shit like I’m congress
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| I’m gonna eat like regardless
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| Your big dawg paying me homage
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| I’m the Clay Co Mr. Rogers
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| Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
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| I just might run up a ticket
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| Tell 'em, it’s 50 to kick it
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| Trappin' like Fifty and Diddy
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| Used to kick doors up the hinges
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| Now I pull up in the Bentley
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| Bitch, I got love in my city
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| And I got plugs in your city
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| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
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| My paper straight like a big dawg
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| I’m holdin' weight like a big dawg
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| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
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| Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
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| Hit from the back like a big dawg
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| Nigga might pull up in a Mulsanne
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| Hell Street gang, what you claim
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| Call up my jeweler for a new chain
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| Used to have dirty ass shoestrings
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| Shooters on go when I tell 'em
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| Aimin' at your cerebellum
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| Youngins they tote Mac-11's
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| Aim it and smoke out your melon
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| You know the code, never tellin'
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| I got your hoe at the West End
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| Niggas lookin' for me like Chapo
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| Make that ass clap like bravo
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| Pull up with the chickens like Rasco
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| Strapped up, hanging out the top hole
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| Big dawg, stayin' on my box shit
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| Get your ass wet, don’t cause shit
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| The ice don’t make you a big dawg
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| You got that paper like
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| Fuck nigga runnin' off with the
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| Maybach droppin', no Rick Ross
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| Big dawg, big dawg, soak up some game lil' nigga
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| Big dawg, big dawg stay in your lane lil' nigga
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| Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
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| I just might run up a ticket
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| Tell 'em, it’s 50 to kick it
|
| Trappin' like Fifty and Diddy
|
| Used to kick doors up the hinges
|
| Now I pull up in the Bentley
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| Bitch, I got love in my city
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| And I got plugs in your city
|
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
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| My paper straight like a big dawg
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| I’m holdin' weight like a big dawg
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| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
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| Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
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| Hit from the back like a big dawg |