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Miraa May – Big Woman ft. Stefflon Don (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miraa May
Miraa May
Vocals
Stefflon Don
Stefflon Don
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miraa May
Miraa May
Composer
Stefflon Don
Stefflon Don
Composer
Craig G
Craig G
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miraa May
Miraa May
Executive Producer
Craig G
Craig G
Producer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Mixing Engineer
Sarah Dorgan
Sarah Dorgan
Engineer
Dane Burge
Dane Burge
Engineer
Taisha Johnson
Taisha Johnson
Executive Producer

Lyrics

You, oh (yeah, yeah) Keep it one hunna, call my gunnas Watch 'em run up, now I flex, yeah Don't disrespect, you a neek just like my ex, (yeah, mm) Hmm, your man was talkin' to the set But we don't rate that boy, we treat that boy just like a pet, yeah Come spend that money, don't be tight, are you alright? Control your bitch, she's gettin' hype, it's not polite It's no surprise I like to fight (yep) Don't play with me when it's Henny time, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Henny) But if you're my friend then you can get me lit Know I'm confident when I roll in my ends If you really real then you cannot pretend Me and my girls ready for anythin', yeah-yeah Big woman, big woman I'ma shower baby, daddy keep me cookin' (yeah) Got me cookin' in the kitchen, got me filthy lookin' And I show him 'round my city, when we roll, we juggin' Who that gyal? I'm your mother B-I-G, bigger than Papa Gyal get smoked like grabba Them hot but you know say me hotter One man to mi ting, yeah, mi don't need another Them girls dash out call them slapper I'm just me, I'm just Steff Won't get leave and mi can't get tek 16 shots fi ya if you man enough Mi nah inna nuttin if you sittin', don't talk? You must take time, no, you don't want rush Turn off the nightlight, put on the handcuff Mi breast dem stiff, yeah, mi two breast firm Want it hard and mi want it burn Grab my neck 'til you feel concern 'Cause mi nah waaan a nerd Big woman I'ma shower baby, daddy keep me cookin' Got me cookin' in the kitchen, got me filthy lookin' And I show him 'round my city, when we roll, we juggin' (yeah, what) Man talk shit 'cause they know they can't fuck me 5.2 on me, I'm comfy High cost, ya dig? Stretch your legs 'cause the coupes too big, ooh-ooh On my wrist, I got the AP floody New Diors and my soles all bloody Hold up, wait, check the weight, price went up, and I'm on the way House with gates, big cheques, digits near enough figure 8 Expensive wife, expensive life, of course I have some expensive taste Roll with tugs, guard the safe, try a ting, they aim straight for face 99 times gunshot when I roll for mines Big woman, big woman I'ma shower baby, daddy keep me cookin' Got me cookin' in the kitchen, got me filthy lookin' And I show him 'round my city, when we roll, we juggin' Big woman, big woman I'ma shower baby, daddy keep me cookin' Got me cookin' in the kitchen, got me filthy lookin' And I show him 'round my city, when we roll, we juggin' Quickly realise before you miss me Diamonds on me, can't see when they diss me I'm fully booked and busy I'm not gon' quit baby Just watch me win
Writer(s): Amira Benameur, Isaac Adoasi, Stefflon Don Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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