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philthy rich - big dawg status (remix) lyrics

[intro: lil durk]
everything big dawg status, you hear me?
from the jewelry to the cars to the clothes to everything that we touch, you know?
luxury living, flexing on ’em, you know

[chorus: lil durk]
presidential everything, big dawg status, yeah
obama when i go places, big dawg status, yeah
and we shut the stores down, big dawg status, yeah
make the drugs go down, big dawg status, yeah
got the baddest b-tches with me, big dawg status, yeah
clearport jet sh-t, big dawg status, yeah
twenty rings, twenty chains, big dawg status, yeah
big dawg status, yeah, big dawg status, yeah

[verse 1: fmb dz]
ayy, pull up in the coupe, two door
keep my dawg with me, kujo
gettin’ fast money, all blow
turn two hundred thousand to four
got my mans together, he on go
put your hands on me, he gon’ blow
phil the realest n-gg- i know
got five hundred thousand in golds
pull up on a n-gg- in the scat’
we gon’ put a hole in his hat
hit a n-gg- b-tch from the back
i can tell you all about her naps
empire keep contracts
next year, i’m flyin’ jets
eat pappadeaux’s, no ‘jects
got a whole brick in the lex’
keep havin’ unprotected s-x
got the b-tch bustin’ like a tec
i be ridin’ around with the hammer
i’ll catch a body in atlanta
i just got cool with the scammers
big -ss crib with the cameras
i be out in cali in the manors
young rich n-gg- with no manners

[verse 2: philthy rich]
it’s philthy, n-gg-, uh-huh, yeah, look
see i just left the lot, yeah, i been thinking ’bout that bentley truck (foreign)
i just left the spot, see, i just went and put a milli’ up (is that right?)
jeans by amiri, i don’t wear no rock & republic (designer)
my n-gg-s rockin’ in public, they’ll knock you down in the public (they will)
keith just put them big stones in that patek (bust down)
told the jeweler rearrange the face, it wasn’t complete (ayy, do that)
i still got the wraith and the i8, i know they hate (i know they mad)
buy a new chain every week, b-tch i’m havin’ it my way (it’s philthy)
two hundred on the benz, i ain’t talking ’bout the dash (uh-uh)
bad b-tch up in my p-ssenger looking like stacey dash (b-tch)
a half a mil’ cash, have you n-gg-s ever seen it? (have you ever?)
fifteen thousand for a show, i’m booked up every weekend (i am)
iciest n-gg- up out of oakland, who can tell me that i’m not? (it’s philthy, ho)
i been making the city look good, you other n-gg-s not (seminary)
you ain’t never seen a kitchen, you can’t tell me ’bout the pots (36)
you ain’t never seen a chicken, you can’t tell me ’bout the blocks
yeah it’s philthy, n-gg-

[verse 3: sada baby]
like red lean, red beam, big dawg status, yeah
big cup, big truck, big dawg status, yeah
it’s goin’ down, down, baby
let that hundred round sound, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
big money, big stuntin’ (slidin’)
bad n-gg-, b-tch somethin’ (yeah)
chopper with the leg on it (leg on it)
knock a n-gg- head off it (head off it)
big wraith, ten lanes (swervin’)
black bus, big rings (big rings)
chopper with the scope on it
knock a n-gg- nose off it
i seen my first hundred, i went crazy (i went crazy)
had to show that money to my baby
a n-gg- touch my money, cut his hands off (cut his hands off)
my n-gg- touch my money, cut my mans off (yeah, yeah, yeah)
rose chain bust down, so i bought another one
fifty round in my other gun, bought my brother one
f-ck a b-tch in her louboutins, gucci camel bun
ain’t no one-on-ones, we got bullets when you think it’s done, huh

[verse 4: que]
i’m big dawg status, you still on the nephew
each pocket got a nickel in it, walkin’ like i’m crippin’
pull up in that fisker, drop the top like roxy reynolds
extendo on that pistol, turn your sh-t to peanut brittle
makin’ gucci lock the door, came in with a knot to blow
flood the flame like bmx, come tell them folks to mop the floor
big dawg, big dawg, pop sh-t, sip raw
the answer low haul, don’t get your -ss picked off
pull up, dropped the bag, ain’t no financial nothin’
check out my d-mn diamond line dancin’, keepin’ it stuntin’
denali with the bucket seats and that b-tch bulletproof
my pinky ring so d-mn big, you could call hula hoop, que

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