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Big Shit Song Lyrics
Big Shit by Boogie Wit Da Hoodie [Intro]
Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
Money out the ass, nigga, big sh*t, big rich
Milli’ on my wrist, he lookin’ like a big lick, lick
If I say it’s lit, then it’s lit, lit
Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit
Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don’t spit, mmh
Don’t you throw up on that crime scene, they might get you
My nigga, I know you used to wildin’, but one thing
If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don’t say sh*t, mmh

[Post-Chorus]
Shh, shh
Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh

[Verse]
Talkin’ on the phone, that’s a dub, they listening, mmh
f**k it, I get the bag, wear Hermes like it’s cheap, mmh
Big face Richie on my wrist, he shimmering, ooh
Big face Richie on my wrist, he shimmering, ooh
Big sh*t, talkin’ out your ass like you the sh*t, ooh
I make ’em mad ’cause my swag so official
I get the bag, wear Hermes like it’s cheap, ooh
And yeah, I know many men
Wish death upon me like I’m 50 Cent
I am the boogie man
Yeah, I pulled up in my hoodie, man
And you know what’s goodie, man
Yeah, yeah, and she know what’s goodie, yeah
Pick out all of her purses, I make her feel as if she was a kid again
And I don’t deserve this, I am not a regular civilian
A regular person, for a song with me, I need like a million
And b**ches be lurkin’
In traffic, caught you whippin’ on your lil’ Benz, I’m in the big body version
My nina sing a tune like Usher on ’em, let it burn, let it burn, yeah
And don’t you give my pussy away, girl, ’cause I hit it first, yeah
My baby told me that she was insecure, I had to tell her, “You’re perfect”
Lamborghini mines, Aventador, then for hers, the Urus

[Chorus]
Money out the ass, nigga, big sh*t, big rich
Milli’ on my wrist, he lookin’ like a big lick, lick
If I say it’s lit, then it’s lit, lit
Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit
Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don’t spit, mmh
Don’t you throw up on that crime scene, they might get you
My nigga, I know you used to wildin’, but one thing
If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don’t say sh*t, mmh

[Post-Chorus]
Shh, shh
Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh