
Little Big Boss* Digga D
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[Intro]
Yo
Yo
[Chorus]
Little big boss, I'm steppin' off and makin' big moves
Sittin' down with million pound millions with some big dudes
This ain't a ten, it's a RM030
Ain't no entry-level kettles, bro, my watch box is certi
Yo, little big boss, I'm steppin' off and makin' big moves
Sittin' down with million pound millions with some big dudes
This ain't a ten, it's a RM030
Ain't no entry-level kettles, bro, my watch box is certi
[Verse]
[?] out this Urus brother bring a higher spec
I can make a nigga fry your ex, via text
'Member seein' undercovers outside my address
All my niggas breathin, halleluiah
Why the fuck you worried 'bout me? You littlе loser
Look, let's put the music monеy too aside
A hundred K in a day when I was twenty, what's the vibe?
Remember when a hater said my chain costs Loubes?
Now I spend his chain money on a few shoes
Calm down if you only got a two-twos
I bring the arms out, my AK protect the bluuwuus
Urus or the Culli
Glizzy or the brucky
She wanna suck my cocky
So stop all of the fuckery
Cool, are you gonna sign the NDA or what?
If not, I got a thicker bitch that's gonna take your spot
[Intro]
Yo
Yo
[Chorus]
Little big boss, I'm steppin' off and makin' big moves
Sittin' down with million pound millions with some big dudes
This ain't a ten, it's a RM030
Ain't no entry-level kettles, bro, my watch box is certi
Yo, little big boss, I'm steppin' off and makin' big moves
Sittin' down with million pound millions with some big dudes
This ain't a ten, it's a RM030
Ain't no entry-level kettles, bro, my watch box is certi
[Verse]
[?] out this Urus brother bring a higher spec
I can make a nigga fry your ex, via text
'Member seein' undercovers outside my address
All my niggas breathin, halleluiah
Why the fuck you worried 'bout me? You littlе loser
Look, let's put the music monеy too aside
A hundred K in a day when I was twenty, what's the vibe?
Remember when a hater said my chain costs Loubes?
Now I spend his chain money on a few shoes
Calm down if you only got a two-twos
I bring the arms out, my AK protect the bluuwuus
Urus or the Culli
Glizzy or the brucky
She wanna suck my cocky
So stop all of the fuckery
Cool, are you gonna sign the NDA or what?
If not, I got a thicker bitch that's gonna take your spot
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