Day Sulan ft. Rubi Rose - BIG Lyrics

Big, big, big, big, uh
Big, big, big, big, uh (M-M-M-Murda)

Big mad
I love it when they big mad
Big bitch lookin' for the big bags
Lookin' sad, hoes big, big mad
You a big fan, bitch
Never been a hatin' bitch ever
Big broads, big trappers
Big bloods, red bandanas, uh

Big mad
I love it when they big mad
Big bitch lookin' for the big bags
Lookin' sad, hoes big, big mad
You a big fan, bitch
Never been a hatin' bitch ever
Big broads, big trappers
Big bloods, red bandanas

All the tweet-tweet shit for the bird bitches (birds)
I'm a lil' bitty bitch with a big hit
Big ass, big mad, you big pressed (uh)
Big lack, you ran, boohoo, bitch
Bad
I love it when he eat it from the back
Big man with a big, big bag (big what?)
Big type on my big, big ass, bitch (uh)
Sittin' pretty (uh)
Lil' nigga wanna come and get it (come get it)
I'm a big blood, real bitch picky
Got five different niggas and they fuckin' with me, ah
Stay litty
Big bitch with a pretty kitty
Big mad 'cause your niggas fuckin' with me
I'm a real bitch, and they come and go easy, uh
Petty bitches irritate me ('tate me)
All y'all niggas wanna date me (date me)
Best friend wanna fade me (huh)
I get 'em goin' like payday (uh)
Big bitch in my city (what?)
Want a lot? Come and get it (get it)
You know a bitch in the bity (always)
Big, big hub city, bitch

Big mad
I love it when they big mad
Big bitch lookin' for the big bags
Lookin' sad, hoes big, big mad
You a big fan, bitch
Never been a hatin' bitch ever
Big broads, big trappers
Big bloods, red bandanas, uh
Big mad
I love it when they big mad
Big bitch lookin' for the big bags
Lookin' sad, hoes big, big mad
You a big fan, bitch
Never been a hatin' bitch ever (ayy)
Big broads (ayy), big trappers (ayy)
Big bloods, red bandanas (Rubi)

Big B's on the front of the Bentley (skrrt)
Fuck rich, what's an M to a billi'?
On her hair like some Indian Remy
Fuck a crib, need a key to the city (key to the city)
Don't get attached ('tached)
Only rich niggas get near me
Speakin' them facts (facst)
Niggas be thinkin' I'm Siri
Fuck all that small talk
I blew a bag at that Waldorf (Louis)
Niggas be workin' my nerves
Sick of him 'cause he be floodin' my call-log
You know this pimpin' ain't sweet
Bitch, that's that payback for sleepin' on me (this is payback)
You know this pussy on fleek
Hopin' and wishin' you get in these sheets (get in these sheets)
I can't fuck them raw, never get involved, I just want the jaw (never, never, never)
Pay me my respect, need another check, Rollie my baguette (baguetties)
Breakin' the knob, reckless
Say I got flaws, he like, where they at?
Bigger than the rest (bigger than the rest)
I know how to flex (flex)

Big mad
I love it when they big mad
Big bitch lookin' for the big bags
Lookin' sad, hoes big, big mad
You a big fan, bitch
Never been a hatin' bitch ever
Big broads, big trappers
Big bloods, red bandanas, uh

Big mad
I love it when they big mad
Big bitch lookin' for the big bags
Lookin' sad, hoes big, big mad
You a big fan, bitch
Never been a hatin' bitch ever
Big broads, big trappers
Big bloods, red bandanas