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lirik lagu lil durk & chief wuk - big dawg

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[intro: lil durk]
she want that big bag, she don’t want that lil’ girl sh~t
i just get mad when you on that lil’ girl sh~t (atl jacob, atl jacob)

[verse 1: lil durk]
drink a six down, tell your bro to stop to get a kit
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 sh~t jet brown, new dior sneakers kinda sl!ck (why would i lie on him?)
think he sl!ck ’cause he tried to take his brother off (why would i lie on him?)
one n~gga can’t stop the k!llings, only money talk (why would i lie on him?)
gotta watch the sneaky hoes sn~tchin’ rubbers off (why would i lie on him?)
i told you to your face, you’re a snake, so cut the brother talk (why would i lie?)
tried to skrrt off, you get clapped though, let the thirty off
ever shot at in a maybach, knock your curtains off
i feel like n~ggas gonna tell you start the prayer talk
i aggravated you, you dumb, you scratched the numbers off
oh, h~ll 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 n~ggas 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, uh
hit up with a switch, he don’t even know where he hit from
worried ’bout my b~tch, you don’t even knowin’ what your b~tch doin’, uh
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
b~tch, this a patek, this is not a cartier
[chorus: lil durk]
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?

[verse 2: chief wuk & lil durk]
this n~gga called my phone, fifty grams, n~gga, that’s patty cake
i don’t even f~ck around with no scales, n~gga, that’s petty weight
all my b~tches 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, f~cked up that interstate
hit the road, gettin’ to that cash, b~tch, i’m a heavyweight
i’m a big dawg, i’m a big dawg, i’m a big (go, go, go, man, what?)
i’m a big dawg, i’m a big dawg, i’m a big dawg (go, go, go)
i’m a problem with that trappin’ sh~t
don’t call my phone if you ain’t never f~ckin’ wrapped a brick
a thousand~eight grams i cop, i need my whole l!ck
got reputation in the trenches, i don’t ever miss

[chorus: lil durk]
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?
where you get that sh~t from?


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