Young Casta - Big Dawg Lyrics

I don't play no games, I don't play no games
I f*ck, yo
Red supporter, hickey on the door, what's up
Then I'm on, f*ck I'm on, hahahaha, yo, yo

Haha Kisha wont you speak
Ella viene directamente a mí
Habla Spanish, come and see
Ella tiene ese culo como cardi

Welcome to the Future
Ella tiene que fumar las mota
Fuma fuma china, búscale la gorra
Como va vecina linda, viene en una hora

Hola mamacita dime, pásame la mota
Hola hola eh, china y francés
Pásame la mota y nos vamos al hotel
She say that she foreign, bougie and a unruly

Bitch you better come correct, bitch you better come correct
I'm the motherf*ckin' big dog
Takin' shots with that motherf*ckin' crystal
Touchdown like I'm motherf*ckin' Rick ross

Too much money ain't enough
When your big dog, big dog
Little homie I'm the one
Richer Porter , the music hit the speakers

Motherf*cker get my lawyer
Forty on the jeans, I'm beatin' rappers like La Hoya
It's amazing how I made it
Step back, shoot out , then it's over

I like to say that she built like she older
Thick in the waist ,start her day off with foldgers ,P I'm talkin' VP
Pass up that kush, could smoke that shit out in three

The beats on repeat
Tell me what more do I need
I'm eatin' these beats like it's Pusse Tatin
You know I know how that shit make me feel

Walkin' through walls, this shit all in my head
It's crazy, I'm snappin' on verses with Grace
You say it's passion

I say I humbly accept every gift I've been granted
Puff, puff, ride on this beat like a Aston
I'm high as a kite, buss that ass for a maverick
You say I'm foolish

I light up this blunt with your ass on my glasses
Yeah, pass me la mota
F*ck I know,
Pass me la mota

Got this shit on repeat
Tell me, baby, what the f*ck do I need
I'm gone

Hata Kisha ,wont you speak
Ella viene directamente a mí
Habla Spanish, come and see
Ella tiene ese culo como cardi
Ella tiene que fumar la mota

Fuma, fuma, china, búscale la gorra
¿Cómo va, vecina linda? Ven en una hora
Hola, mamacita, dime, pásame la mota
Hola, hola, eh, china y francés

Pásame la mota y nos vamos al hotel
She say that she foreign
Bougie and unruly, bitch, you better come correct
Bitch, you better come correct

I'm the motherf*ckin' big dog
Takin' shots with that motherf*ckin' Cristal
Touchdown like I'm motherf*ckin' Rick ross
Too much money ain't enough

When you big dog, big dog, lil' homie, I'm the one
Rim shakin', magic
Throwin' up them alleys
I got that fire on my wrist

When I shoot, it's magic
You haters like to talk
You haters like to sing
Cause when I pull up to the court

I'm dunkin' on your clique
It ain't safe for no brother
My numbers do the talk
Bust a uie and a Hummer

My future made of glass
My vision got that tunnel
My jumper made them scream
Come and meet me at my mother's

Yeah, I got that rim shakin', magic
Jump shot from the three
And it's millions on the jacket
And you wonder about the tactics

My flow got that nas fifty mother f*cking classic
Cause I can talk about anything and really make a classic

It's 30 seconds, your time is up
It's a hundred thousand dollars on the Aston
My jump shot clean
Got that, come meet me in Paris

I'm tryna tell you hatin' bitches
I ain't average
I need about at least a milli more
Money taller than Dikembe

I'm smokin' kush
Get that shit away from Bembe
Oh, I'm a fresh young brother
I remember I was starving

Money was an issue
Cookies every night
Just to feed the bones and tissues
I was eatin' up them pudding

I was washin' up them dishes
I was moppin' up the floor
In that filthy kitchen
They love to laugh every day and night

I'm rockin' blue face rollies
Just to watch the time
Now it's first class tickets
Till the day I die

I'm rockin' gold plated towels
Every time I cry
Pásame la bota
Hats Kisha, won't you speak

Ella viene directamente a mí
Habla Spanish, come and see
Ella tiene ese culo como Cardi
Ella tiene que fumar la mota

Fuma, fuma, china, búscale la gorra
Como va, vecina linda, ven en una hora
Hola, mamacita, dime, pásame la mota
Hola, hola, eh, china y francés

Pásame la mota y nos vamos al hotel
She say that she foreign
Bougie and a unruly
Bitch, you better come correct

Bitch, you better come correct
I'm the motherf*ckin' big dog
Takin' shots with that motherf*ckin' Cristal
Touchdown like I'm motherf*ckin' Red Rocks

Too much money ain't enough
When you big dog, big dog
Little homie, I'm the one