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Bigger Man
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bigger Man was released on April 10, 2025 by DBMG as a part of the album Mr. Consistent - EP
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Release DateApril 10, 2025
LabelDBMG
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gelato Bill
Gelato Bill
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Waiters
Dallas Waiters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glizz
Glizz
Engineer

Lyrics

Damn glizz that hard
Plug the vacuum seals up turn the stoves on its gelato in this bitch
Yeah
Cmon
I wanna take you out the turks
And caicos
Light deps I hate those
Put you on a balcony have you hitting every note Just like I'm zaytov
I've been stacking fetty all day
Baby won't you swing my way ay ay aye
I see you choosing
Type a **** up your bank account
Take you from that boosting
Take you out of houston cause I've never been
Quit that yapping with that ****
I'm the bigger man
I got bigger plans
Come on bae let's go spend a ticket in mg grand
Made a play for ten k I pull off doing that cabbage patch
Know these **** can't handle that
Fuck her once can't run it back
I'm tryna run me up a sack
Aint shit bout me complacent I need a bigger bag
Fresh out neiman marcus I ain't even popped the tags
Young turnt **** wasn't fucking so I told her catch a cab
Got a bad bitch on my line
Ain't no question I'm gon stab
I wanna take you out the turks
And caicos
Light deps I hate those
Put you on a balcony have you hitting every note Just like I'm zaytov
I've been stacking fetty all day
Baby won't you swing my way ay ay aye
I see you choosing
Type a **** up your bank account
Take you from that boosting
Take you out of houston cause I've never been
Quit that yapping with that ****
I'm the bigger man
I wanna take you out the country to belize
Have you doing shit you couldn't even believe
Now she on her knees begging dolla please
Ain't no sense to hit my jack ain't got my fee
I'm all about my blues yeah free that **** pee wee
That's his bitch then why she dreaming bout me
uh uh uh ya
Damn them diamonds cloudy I'm a rebel just like roddy
Show that bitch my safe I ain't even gotta pop it
Told that bitch to lock it yeah
Hit a road even on my deathbed I'ma still finesse these bowls
I can't respect that **** cause I heard he told
She looking for a g shh I heard I fit the mold
Say you coming like us boy you bold
If you fuck me good I might just send the bread for ya toes
I don't know what a **** thought its fall But I still keep that heater when it's cold
Give me that pussy now I'm killing it on my soul
I wanna take you out to turks
And caicos
Light deps I hate those
Put you on a balcony have you hitting every note Just like I'm zaytov
I've been stacking fetty all day
Baby won't you swing my way ay ay aye
I see you choosing
Type a **** up your bank account
Take you from that boosting
Take you out of houston cause I've never been
Quit that yapping with that ****
I'm the bigger man
Cmon
Written by: Dallas Waiters
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