Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Dawg , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Release date: 31.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Dawg |
| Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it |
| I just might run up a ticket |
| 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 |
| Bitch, I got love in my city |
| And I got plugs in your city |
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg |
| My paper straight like a big dawg |
| I’m holdin' weight like a big dawg |
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg |
| Now I stay strapped like a big dawg |
| Hit from the back like a big dawg |
| Big dawg, big dawg hit him watch his shit fall |
| Run through the city like crip walk |
| Bitch, I got racks like Big Tymer |
| Run up on me trippin' they gon' miss y’all |
| Fuck nigga broke need to fix y’all |
| Chopper bullet comin' like a guitar |
| Never knew a nigga would make it this far |
| Big dawg, big dawg, walking through the city like a big dawg |
| Pull up on a nigga in a rented car |
| Strip a nigga neck like a pornstar |
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg do I what wanna |
| Big dawg, blowin' marihuana |
| Used to run around, 50 bricks in |
| dread nigga was the gunner |
| I feed your ass to some piranhas |
| Put you to bed like pyjamas |
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg |
| I’m runnin' shit like I’m congress |
| I’m gonna eat like regardless |
| Your big dawg paying me homage |
| I’m the Clay Co Mr. Rogers |
| Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it |
| I just might run up a ticket |
| 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 |
| Bitch, I got love in my city |
| And I got plugs in your city |
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg |
| My paper straight like a big dawg |
| I’m holdin' weight like a big dawg |
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg |
| Now I stay strapped like a big dawg |
| Hit from the back like a big dawg |
| Nigga might pull up in a Mulsanne |
| Hell Street gang, what you claim |
| Call up my jeweler for a new chain |
| Used to have dirty ass shoestrings |
| Shooters on go when I tell 'em |
| Aimin' at your cerebellum |
| Youngins they tote Mac-11's |
| Aim it and smoke out your melon |
| You know the code, never tellin' |
| I got your hoe at the West End |
| Niggas lookin' for me like Chapo |
| Make that ass clap like bravo |
| Pull up with the chickens like Rasco |
| Strapped up, hanging out the top hole |
| Big dawg, stayin' on my box shit |
| Get your ass wet, don’t cause shit |
| The ice don’t make you a big dawg |
| You got that paper like |
| Fuck nigga runnin' off with the |
| Maybach droppin', no Rick Ross |
| Big dawg, big dawg, soak up some game lil' nigga |
| Big dawg, big dawg stay in your lane lil' nigga |
| Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it |
| I just might run up a ticket |
| 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 |
| Bitch, I got love in my city |
| And I got plugs in your city |
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg |
| My paper straight like a big dawg |
| I’m holdin' weight like a big dawg |
| Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg |
| Now I stay strapped like a big dawg |
| Hit from the back like a big dawg |