Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Big 4’s’ by 42 Dugg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 42 Dugg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Ha, buy ’em two, nigga (Helluva beat, baby)
Ya dig? (Yeah, turn up)
I seen niggas hatin’ way before I ever had tints (hoe, nigga)
Dark shit, got it stuffed up in the size ten
Yeah, make her f*ck me like we tied in
Throw them 4s up, if not, bitch, I’m fuckin’ five friends
Five bands, doggy, what you want a hood for?
Youngest in charge and dog, bitch, I never took orders
Pablo Escobar, the youngin’ know too many reporters
Ain’t fuckin’, bitch, then get goin’, white lows, not Rick Owens
Dyke hoes, I sent for ’em, five, six, I been scorin’
Two hunnid on two doors, drive one, take it two tours
No Cayenne, that new Porsche filled with all bad bitches
I can’t tell you ’bout a time when I ain’t had bitches
Drive with us, I’m pourin’, pops, I’m dropping’ five lemons
Old school, this for my gang and my hoes too
Big 4s, your main bitches all big hoes
Where big homie? Show me your nigga so I can shit on ’em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell ’em, “yeah bro, we should sit on ’em
For life, I’m tryna tell you, bitch, you’re no life
Big 4s, your main bitches all big hoes
Where big homie? Show me your nigga so I can shit on ’em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell ’em, “yeah bro, we should sit on ’em
For life, I’m tryna tell you, bitch, you’re no life
Yeah nigga, bitch, I got state and I got fed nigga
Mix it up, bro pourin’ green, I’m pourin’ red, nigga
That bitch with us, I send her back, I bet her head different
Lame niggas, bro, you didn’t trip, bitch, I’m the same nigga
Still in the hoods, they play with woods, I’m tryna tell ’em
Two hunnid in cookie, want fifty runtz and they gon’ mail ’em
Switchin’ IDs all on the jet, my niggas tell ’em
I won’t claim him if he tellin’, doggy, that’s just what it is
Big 4s, your main bitches all big hoes
Where big homie? Show me your nigga so I can shit on ’em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell ’em, “yeah bro, we should sit on ’em
For life, I’m tryna tell you, bitch, you’re no life
Big 4s, your main bitches all big hoes
Where big homie? Show me your nigga so I can shit on ’em
A hunnid pints of red, I tell ’em, “yeah bro, we should sit on ’em
For life, I’m tryna tell you, bitch, you’re no life
Big 4s