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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Big Shit [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programming
Sool Got Hits
Sool Got Hits
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Sool Got Hits
Sool Got Hits
Producer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Murda on the beat, so it's not nice Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, 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 shit, mmh Shh, shh Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh Talkin' on the phone, that's a dub, they listening, mmh Fuck 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 shit, talkin' out your ass like you the shit, 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 bitches 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 Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, 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 shit, mmh Shh, shh Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Rasool Diaz, Artist Dubose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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