Lyrics

Waka Flocka Flame – Big Dawg Lyrics

(Chorus)
Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell em…50 to kick it
Trapping like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors up the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bi**h, 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
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

(Verse 1)
Big dawg, big dawg hit him watch his s**t fall
Run through the city like crip walk
B*tch, I got racks like Big Tymer
Run up on me tripping they gon miss y’all
F**k ni**a broke need to fix y’all
Chopper bullet coming like a guitar
Never knew a ni**a would make it this far
Big dawg, big dawg, walking through the city like a big dawg
Pull up on a ni**a in a rented car
Strip a ni**a neck like a pornstar
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg do I what wanna
Big dawg, blowing marihuana
Used to run around, 50 bricks in
Dread ni**a was the gunner
I feed your a*s to some piranhas
Put you to bed like pyjamas
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
I’m running s**t like I’m congress
I’m gonna eat like regardless
Your big dawg paying me homage
I’m the Clay Co Mr. Rogers

(Chorus)
Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell em…50 to kick it
Trapping like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors up the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bi**h, 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
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

(Verse 2)
Ni**a might pull up in a Mulsanne
Hell Street gang, what you claim
Call up my jeweler for a new chain
Used to have dirty a*s shoestrings
Shooters on go when I tell em
Aiming at your cerebellum
Youngins they tote Mac-11’s
Aim it and smoke out your melon
You know the code, never telling
I got your hoe at the West End
Ni**as looking for me like Chapo
Make that a*s clap like bravo
Pull up with the chickens like Rasco
Strapped up, hanging out the top hole
Big dawg, staying on my box sh*t
Get your a*s wet, don’t cause sh*t
The ice don’t make you a big dawg
You got that paper like
F**k ni**a running off with the
Maybach dropping, no Rick Ross
Big dawg, big dawg, soak up some game lil ni**a
Big dawg, big dawg stay in your lane lil ni**a

(Chorus)
Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell em…50 to kick it
Trapping like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors up the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bi**h, 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
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