Lil Durk ft. Chief Wuk – Big Dawg Lyrics
Lil Durk has released a new song titled “Big Dawg,” which features Chief Wuk. The combination of Chief Wuk’s hard-hitting lines with the Chicago rapper’s silky flow makes for a compelling and exciting track.
The song “Big Dawg” is a must-listen for hip-hop aficionados since it showcases Lil Durk’s lyrical skill and Chief Wuk’s unquestionable skills. This song will be a smash in the clubs and on the radio thanks to its irresistible rhythm and memorable melodies. Don’t sleep on Lil Durk and Chief Wuk’s brand-new album.
At some point, the new music is the kind that makes you feel pleased rather than sad, and also an enduring and seductive classic that merits a place on your playlist.
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She want that big bag, she don’t want that lil’ girl shit
I just get mad when you on that lil’ girl shit (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Drink a six down, tell bro to stop to get a kid
Worth them Ms, now me and my lil’ brother got a stick
Drunk a xan down, woke up and forgot what I had said
My shit jet brown, new Dior sneakers tryna slick (Why would I lie on him?)
Think he slick, ’cause he tried to take his brother off (Why would I lie on him?)
One nigga can’t stop the killings, only money talk (Why would I lie on him?)
Gotta watch the sneaky hoes snatch your rubber off (Why would I lie on him?)
I told you to your face, the snakes will cut the brother talk (Why would I lie-)
Tryna skrrt off, you get clapped though, let the thirty off
Ever shot at in a Maybach, knock your curtains off
I feel like niggas gonna’ tell you, start the prayer talk
I aggravated you, you dumb, you scratched the numbers off
Ah, hell nah, Chicago star, don’t want them bell bums
Could’ve got out early, but they caught him with a cellphone
You can’t tell me nothin’, I’m with the murders, I’ma stand on it
You can’t tell me nothin’, them niggas different, can’t compare ’em to me
Pull up with a stick, pull up with a big gun
Pull up with a stick, pull up with a stick
Hit up with a switch, he don’t even know where he hit from
Worry ’bout my bitch, you don’t even know what your bitch done
I’m so rich I bring the barber in the club
I’m so rich, I’m with the robbers in the club
You end up snitchin’, then you not a part of us
Bitch, this a Patek, this is not a Cartier
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This nigga called my phone, fifty grams, nigga that’s patty cake
I don’t even fuck around with no scales, nigga, that’s petty weight
All my bitches be in the kitchen cookin’, got they ass bakin’ cakes
Could’ve went to school for culinary arts, I would’ve went every day
Thought I’d have my CDL license, fucked up that interstate
Hit the road, gettin’ to that cash, bitch, I’m a heavyweight
I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg, I’m a big (Man, what?)
I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg
I’m a problem with that trappin’ shit
Don’t call my phone if you ain’t never fuckin’ wrapped a brick
One-thousand-eight grams, I cop out, I need my whole lick
Got reputation in the trenches, I don’t ever miss
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