Da Bigga Man
I was the bigger man, you used to play ya homies for sum digits man
We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man
I'm talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back
He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back
I don't owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back
Now it's foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag
Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let's get the big bag
Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass
They hatin on you make yo bread last
Fast money life gon break fast
Send you on early vacation
Bury you under the pavement
Ooow
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I ain't been seein you lately
If I see you we havin a baby
She say for granted you taken
The feelings you got outdated
You leaving a nigga frustrated
Can't wait to show mama I made it
Show all my Angels I made it
Show all my demons I made it
If I ain't got it I gotta go take it
Show all my demons I made it
If I ain't got I gotta go take it
I was the bigger man, you used to play ya homies for sum digits man
We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man
I'm talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back
He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back
I don't owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back
Now it's foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag
Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let's get the big bag
Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass
Diaper on the choppa boy get back
Straight to business no chit chat
Neighbors say I'm loud but they talkin bout my fragrance
When we went down they tried to make you write a statement
Ion care who brought that chick she here she up for taken
I'm that nigga that had to grow some patience
Black and white diamonds not racist
Made 1500 on my vacation
Lord forgive the fornication
Fuck on white girls in college station
I had to go change my location
Came a long way from starvation
This a true story no narration
I was the bigger man, you used to play ya homies for sum digits man
We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man
I'm talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back
He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back
I don't owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back
Now it's foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag
Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let's get the big bag
Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass
We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man
I'm talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back
He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back
I don't owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back
Now it's foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag
Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let's get the big bag
Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass
They hatin on you make yo bread last
Fast money life gon break fast
Send you on early vacation
Bury you under the pavement
Ooow
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I ain't been seein you lately
If I see you we havin a baby
She say for granted you taken
The feelings you got outdated
You leaving a nigga frustrated
Can't wait to show mama I made it
Show all my Angels I made it
Show all my demons I made it
If I ain't got it I gotta go take it
Show all my demons I made it
If I ain't got I gotta go take it
I was the bigger man, you used to play ya homies for sum digits man
We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man
I'm talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back
He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back
I don't owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back
Now it's foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag
Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let's get the big bag
Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass
Diaper on the choppa boy get back
Straight to business no chit chat
Neighbors say I'm loud but they talkin bout my fragrance
When we went down they tried to make you write a statement
Ion care who brought that chick she here she up for taken
I'm that nigga that had to grow some patience
Black and white diamonds not racist
Made 1500 on my vacation
Lord forgive the fornication
Fuck on white girls in college station
I had to go change my location
Came a long way from starvation
This a true story no narration
I was the bigger man, you used to play ya homies for sum digits man
We lost a lot of niggas, I had a heart to heart wit a dead man
I'm talking to the money, superstitious I bring da dead back
He runnin outta money, he want bred from a decade ago back
I don't owe you niggas, n when my nigga died I took a step back
Now it's foot on necks, ugh I think I got jet lag
Nigga from overseas, Nigeria let's get the big bag
Finesse a nigga wit his bitch ass, kick a bitch out wit her bitch ass
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Obiefule
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.