Mouraine – Big Dawg Lyrics

Mouraine

: Mouraine
I\’m the one that\’s big dawg
All I speak is big talk
You ain\’t got this typa sauce
I\’m the big dawg
I\’m the one that\’s big dawg
All I speak is big talk
You ain\’t got this typa sauce
I\’m the big dawg
Young nigga on the come up (Ayy)
Thought that I was on
Hold up, wait up for the summer
Weezy F baby, I\’m the number one stunner (Stunner)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, ayy

1: Mouraine
Rain, muthafucka, grab an umbrella
You ain\’t heard about me, but the name rings thunder
I\’m going all in, bitch, started last summer
Guess it\’s only right I coach the team to Coachella
Got money, I\’m stackin\’, done with all the arguin\’
I don\’t speak numbers, let Rebs do the bargainin\’
Fuck all of the stats that you averagin\’
I ball hard, I barely miss
Came a long for some Africans
Still tryna cash a cheque from UNICEF
See me, I ain\’t new to this, new to this (Ayy)
Look, yo, I\’m that lil nigga, but to you that\’s \”Big homie\”
They don\’t take shots, I had to pull out the goalie
Nowadays I\’m on, I made it hard to ignore me
Bitches all adore me, mentality like Kobe
All my young soldiers salute like I\’m Kony
Guess I\’m the bad guy in the end of the story, ah (Woo)

2: WESTSIDE BOOGIE
Made it through the thunderstorms
I don\’t care about the rain
\’Cause shit, I\’m used to being poor
Even days when I was sore
Said, \”Fuck it,\” let it run its course
You should be afraid \’cause I ain\’t even hit my final form
Even hit– (Oh shit)
?, what you on my dick for?
You call me unannounced, I gotta hit you with the ignore
Got-Got-Gotta learn to be fearless so I\’on\’t know what a limit is
Tappin\’ in to the spirits, so now the power\’s unlimited, uh
Please don\’t tell me about no shit that ain\’t relevant, uh
As far as pressure, that\’s when I\’m right in my element, uh
They sell you tickets from all these stars that I wrestle with
Gotta know ain\’t no settling, uh
If you ain\’t guess, bitch, I\’ma, bitch, I\’ma
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I\’m a big dawg
Had to use my cards to scratch the surface, uh
Big fog, had to clear it all to see my purpose, uh
Bitch, no recording while you round me, make me nervous
You don\’t know that I got enemies that\’s lurking
Either way, bitch, I\’m the, I\’m the, I’m the one they call

3: Mouraine
Big Mo, that\’s rain, just tryna sustain
Impact on the game, that\’s a big stain
Master ceremonies like I\’m sensei
Told them I’m the one, they said that\’s insane
Tell me, who the ones that’s tryna maintain?
Definitely not this gang (Nah)
I met your girl, yeah, she smart, she got good brain
Fuck I\’m saying? I\’m the tutor, I kick good game
City died, it\’s mine, it\’s for the takin\’
These niggas pump fakin\’
Talking to the pigs, they some bacon
Speaking of the pigs, fuck your reconciliation
I don\’t got the time for the hands to get shakin\’ (No)
Mm, look, that\’s a closed case
Shit\’s a marathon, it\’s not a race
And she get jiggy to the bass
Thought she was Jamaican, dawg, the way she move her waist
I hit a home-run, nigga, fuck a first base
And she was saying it\’s a hot girl summer
Took her best friend from her
What shame, that\’s a bummer (It\’s what I do)

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