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letra de function - big30

[intro]
blrrrd, blrrrd
(kj, let the beat knock) big blrrrd
(zboy goin’ crazy)
don’t f-ck with n-ggas, i promise
n-ggas ain’t nothin’
don’t f-ck with n-ggas, i promise, don’t f-ck with n-ggas for nothin’
don’t smoke with none of these n-ggas, i’d rather smoke with my mama

[chorus]
i rode the boat to the function (a boat)
i’m smokin’ dope, this sh-t funkin’ (dude)
i can’t curse around that lady (nah), but i smoke dope front her mama (no)
matter fact, i smoke with ma, she told me, “son, this sh-t here pumpin’” (gas, gas, gas)
she like, “son, this blunt last me three days,” mom, this my third o (my third o)
the neighbors think we sell dope (ho), they smell that sh-t up they porches (they porches)
and i just pulled up g-wagon 63 (g-wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a porschе (a porsche)
day before thеy put up brown ‘rari, call that ho a horse (that’s a horse)
this b-tch gon’ ask me what? i sell bricks? i told that ho, “of course” (stupid-ass ho)

[verse 1]
nah, i don’t play with that boy (nah), ceo status, i’m comporative (ceo)
matter fact, go google me, big30, a platinum recorder (i’m ceo)
h-llcat black wings, touch the pedal and i put it on force (vroom, vroom, skrrt)
bulletproof escalade [?] trackhawk, i move in that order
goyard bag three-fifty (on gang), red and green [?] (on hank)
take the helicopter, make two hours feel like twenty minutes (get there)
drop me at the island, meet my members (yeah) and like twenty b-tches
three pints of red (yeah), six pints of wock’ (wock’, wock’), it won’t be a trip without tristan
[chorus]
i rode the boat to the function (a boat)
i’m smokin’ dope, this sh-t funkin’ (dude)
i can’t curse around that lady (nah), but i smoke dope front her mama (no)
matter fact, i smoke with ma, she told me, “son, this sh-t here pumpin'” (gas, gas, gas)
she like, “son, this blunt last me three days,” mom, this my third o (my third o)
the neighbors think we sell dope (ho), they smell that sh-t up they porches (they porches)
and i just pulled up g-wagon 63 (g-wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a porsche (a porsche)
day before they put up brown ‘rari, call that ho a horse (that’s a horse)
this b-tch gon’ ask me what? i sell bricks? i told that ho, “of course” (stupid-ass ho)

[verse 2]
i learnt to put the money up (nah), f-ck breakin’ them racks out and sh-t (f-ck that sh-t up)
these n-ggas ain’t used to no money, they normally askin’ for sh-t (ayy, put that lil’-ass sh-t up)
this rap sh-t for my fam, my kid ask me they daddy gon’ quit
generational wealth, my son, grandson gon’ be havin’ sh-t (on god)
my b-tch so bad (she bad), every time we get along, i knock her ass off (ass off)
sh-t, look at her, you bet’ not touch her, off the rip blow your ass off (blrrrd)
backseat of that sp-ceship gettin’ dome, i’m ’bout to blast off (p-ssy)
havin’ threesomes with the navy, every time [?] off

[chorus]
i rode the boat to the function (a boat)
i’m smokin’ dope, this sh-t funkin’ (dude)
i can’t curse around that lady (nah), but i smoke dope front her mama (no)
matter fact, i smoke with ma, she told me, “son, this sh-t here pumpin'” (gas, gas, gas)
she like, “son, this blunt last me three days,” mom, this my third o (my third o)
the neighbors think we sell dope (ho), they smell that sh-t up they porches (they porches)
and i just pulled up g-wagon 63 (g-wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a porsche (a porsche)
day before they put up brown ‘rari, call that ho a horse (that’s a horse)
this b-tch gon’ ask me what? i sell bricks? i told that ho, “of course” (stupid-ass ho)

- big30

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