Miraa May Ft Stefflon Don – Big Woman Lyrics

Miraa May – Big Woman Lyrics

Big Woman Lyrics By Miraa May Ft Stefflon Don

[Intro]
You, oh (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Miraa May]
Keep it one hunna, I’ll call my gunnas
Watch ’em run up, now I flex, yeah
Don’t disrespect, you a neek just like my ex, yeah
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 (Yup)
Don’t play with me when it’s Henny time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Henny)
But if you’re my friend, thеn you can get me lit
Know I’m confident whеn I roll in my Ends
If you really real, then you cannot pretend
Me and my girls ready for anything, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Miraa May]
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’

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
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
Sixteen shots fo 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 night light, put on the handcuff
Mi breast dem stiff, yeah, mi two breast firm
Want it hard and mi want it burn
Grab my neck till you feel concern
‘Cause me nah wan a nerd

[Chorus: Miraa May]
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’ (Yeah, what?)

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don, Miraa May, Stefflon Don & Miraa May]
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 coupe’s too big, ooh
On my wrist, 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 eight
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
Ninety-nine times, gunshot when I roll for mine’s

[Chorus: Miraa May]
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’ (Oh)
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’

[Outro: Miraa May & Stefflon Don, Miraa May]
Oh, 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
Win
Oh