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Florida Boiii - Big Dawg Lyrics



Florida Boiii - Big Dawg Lyrics




Uh, why these niggas playin', tryna tweak up on my live
Uh, but I'm gon' keep it cool, I'm gon' keep it quiet
Uh, don't show your cards, you can't trust them f*ckin' guys
Uh, the game's so f*cked up, you can't even question your brother

But f*ck it, boy, when you in that casket, ain't no room for each other
Honor thy mother, go to war for our brother
Growing up after school, boy, I was no fool for us
But I knew my mama loved us, daddy wasn't there, so let's f*ck him

I do my own thing, I'm tryna get to the big league
Remember my dream was a f*ckin' sesame seed
And I see money takin' over the f*ckin' league
I'm really by my queen, know some youngins that'll put you on the tee

Play it smart, don't get greedy
Cause when your time's up, it's gon' hurt, believe me
Being in that rack, you exceedin' 3D
I'm talkin' blood everywhere, I swear to God, leakin

And leakin', yeah
People screamin', that shit really shocked me
And revenge is like the sweetest joy, next to gettin' pussy
I see you boys lookin', I ain't no motherf*ckin' rookie

I play my cards how I was dealt, that's how I took em
I play my cards how I was dealt, that's how I took em
Yeah, that's how I motherf*ckin' took em
Uh, yeah

Uh, uh
And I'm the big dog now, yeah, I'm in the f*ckin' God
Uh, used to be so shy, now I'm gettin' hella fly
Uh, why these niggas playin', tryna tweek up all my live

Uh, but I'm gon' keep it cool, I'm gon' keep it quiet
Uh, don't show your cards, you can't trust them f*ckin' guys
Uh, the game's so f*cked up, you a question, brother, why
Boy, damn, boy, why, boy

Uh, boy, damn, boy, why, boy
Uh, uh
You see money, man
Gang
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Uh, why these niggas playin', tryna tweak up on my live
Uh, but I'm gon' keep it cool, I'm gon' keep it quiet
Uh, don't show your cards, you can't trust them f*ckin' guys
Uh, the game's so f*cked up, you can't even question your brother

But f*ck it, boy, when you in that casket, ain't no room for each other
Honor thy mother, go to war for our brother
Growing up after school, boy, I was no fool for us
But I knew my mama loved us, daddy wasn't there, so let's f*ck him

I do my own thing, I'm tryna get to the big league
Remember my dream was a f*ckin' sesame seed
And I see money takin' over the f*ckin' league
I'm really by my queen, know some youngins that'll put you on the tee

Play it smart, don't get greedy
Cause when your time's up, it's gon' hurt, believe me
Being in that rack, you exceedin' 3D
I'm talkin' blood everywhere, I swear to God, leakin

And leakin', yeah
People screamin', that shit really shocked me
And revenge is like the sweetest joy, next to gettin' pussy
I see you boys lookin', I ain't no motherf*ckin' rookie

I play my cards how I was dealt, that's how I took em
I play my cards how I was dealt, that's how I took em
Yeah, that's how I motherf*ckin' took em
Uh, yeah

Uh, uh
And I'm the big dog now, yeah, I'm in the f*ckin' God
Uh, used to be so shy, now I'm gettin' hella fly
Uh, why these niggas playin', tryna tweek up all my live

Uh, but I'm gon' keep it cool, I'm gon' keep it quiet
Uh, don't show your cards, you can't trust them f*ckin' guys
Uh, the game's so f*cked up, you a question, brother, why
Boy, damn, boy, why, boy

Uh, boy, damn, boy, why, boy
Uh, uh
You see money, man
Gang
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Writer: Craig Nelson
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Performed By: Florida Boiii
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Craig Nelson

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