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Almost Healed: Big Dawg by Lil Durk ft Chief Wuk lyrics

Big Dawg

Produced By ATL Jacob
Written By Lil Durk, Chief Wuk & ATL Jacob
Primary Artists: Lil Durk & Chief Wuk
Licensor: Create Music Group, UBEM, BMI & CMRRA
Publisher: Angelo OTF Music, Sony Music Entertainment, ASCAP & NirvanaDigitalPublishing
Copyright ©: Only The Family, Alamo Records & Sony Music Entertainment
Phonographic Copyright ℗: Only The Family, Alamo Records & Sony Music Entertainment
Label: Only The Family & Alamo Records
Distributor: Sony Music Entertainment
Release Date: May 26, 2023

Track info

Lil Durk expresses his frustration with people engaging in petty behavior and emphasizes his focus on bigger things. He talks about the influence of money and the violence that can come with it. Durk also addresses the presence of snakes and the need to be cautious around them.

He boasts about his wealth and associates himself with dangerous individuals. The chorus repeatedly questions where others acquired their possessions. The second verse features Chief Wuk, who talks about his involvement in the drug trade and his reputation for never missing an opportunity.

The song overall highlights Lil Durk’s street credibility, material wealth, and a disdain for those engaging in trivial matters.

Big Dawg by Lil Durk ft Chief Wuk lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She want that big bag, she don’t want that lil’ girl shit
I just get mad when you on that lil’ girl shit (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

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[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Drink a six down, tell your bro to stop to get a kit
Worth them Ms, now me and my lil’ brother got a stick
Drunk a Xan down, woke up and forgot what I had said
My shit jet brown, new Dior sneakers kinda slick (Why would I lie on him?)
Think he slick ’cause he tried to take his brother off (Why would I lie on him?)
One nigga can’t stop the killings, only money talk (Why would I lie on him?)
Gotta watch the sneaky hoes snatchin’ rubbers off (Why would I lie on him?)
I told you to your face, you’re a snake, so cut the brother talk (Why would I lie?)
Tried to skrrt off, you get clapped though, let the thirty off
Ever shot at in a Maybach, knock your curtains off
I feel like niggas gonna tell you start the prayer talk
I aggravated you, you dumb, you scratched the numbers off
Oh, hell nah, Chicago star, don’t want them bell bums
Could’ve got out early, but they caught him with a cellphone
You can’t tell me nothin’, I’m with the murders, I’ma stand on it
You can’t tell me nothin’, them niggas different, can’t compare ’em to me

Pull up with a stick, pull up with a big gun
Pull up with a stick, pull up with a stick, uh
Hit up with a switch, he don’t even know where he hit from
Worried ’bout my bitch, you don’t even knowin’ what your bitch doin’, uh

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I’m so rich I bring the barber in the club
I’m so rich, I’m with the robbers in the club
You end up snitchin’, then you not a part of us
Bitch, this a Patek, this is not a Cartier

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?

[Verse 2: Chief Wuk & Lil Durk]
This nigga called my phone, fifty grams, nigga, that’s patty cake
I don’t even fuck around with no scales, nigga, that’s petty weight
All my bitches be in the kitchen cookin’, got they ass bakin’ cakes
Could’ve went to school for culinary arts, I would’ve went every day
Thought I’d have my CDL license, fucked up that interstate
Hit the road, gettin’ to that cash, bitch, I’m a heavyweight
I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg, I’m a big (Go, go, go, man, what?)
I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg (Go, go, go)
I’m a problem with that trappin’ shit
Don’t call my phone if you ain’t never fuckin’ wrapped a brick
A thousand-eight grams I cop, I need my whole lick
Got reputation in the trenches, I don’t ever miss

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[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?
Where you get that shit from?

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