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letra de big 30 - p yungin

big 30 lyrics
[intro]
boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
f-ck that glock .23, i’m tryna use that .30
big .30
(k4 produced it)
baow-baow-baow-baow-baow
pull up to that boy mama, shoot up where he stay (grrt, grrt, grrt)
p right, huh?
grrt, baow-baow-baow, grrt, grrt

[chorus]
f-ck that glock .23, i’m tryna use that .30
you got that bag up on yo’ head, he pull up where you stay
and to that dead n-gga, that got hit up, up in his face
wasn’t even my work, so i ain’t gon’ speak up on that f-cking case
i’ll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get k!lled
put you on union street, now your back under some f-ckin’ d-mn wheels
same n-gga front on gang, that same n-gga gon’ get drilled
n-gga, f-ck yo’ gang and i’ll blow his head off all on the f-cking d-mn steering wheel

[verse 1]
why the f-ck you keep on calling my d-mn phone? b-tch
ain’t you a grown b-tch?
i just want some dome, b-tch
if you think i’ma bone you, b-tch, they way it spray, it’s a hundred percent
weed got me smoking, choking and sh-t
i’ma gangster, i’m steady reloading my sh-t
when a car pass, i’m just holding my sh-t
catch that boy, explode to the b-tch
if he run, then my choppa gon’ cl!ck
if a opp pass, i’ma spray at the b-tch
with a ar, thought i had me a l!ck
no ludacris, i’ma knock off his wig
4ktre murda bih
that boy evil here, aim all at your kid
[chorus]
f-ck that glock .23, i’m tryna use that .30
you got that bag up on yo’ head, he pull up where you stay
and to that dead n-gga, that got hit up, up in his face
wasn’t even my work, so i ain’t gon’ speak up on that f-cking case
i’ll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get k!lled
put you on union street, now your back under some f-ckin’ d-mn wheels
same n-gga front on gang, that same n-gga gon’ get drilled
n-gga, f-ck yo’ gang and i’ll blow his head off all on the f-cking d-mn steering wheel
[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m on my body
i’m on my top
talkin’ out your body them hallows will rip your top
like a snake, b-tch, i’m a python, i’ll pull up send a drop
p-ssy b-tch n-gga just bad ’cause i got diamonds, b-tch, don’t flop
fake ass pop sews
n-gga, you ain’t no gangster, n-gga stop
on your every sudden move
p-ssy b-tch n-gga like you a clock
plus, i’m smokin’ on this juice, this sh-t so poo
cos, got your b-tch up on my c-ck
ain’t no beef if you ain’t k!ll none of the opps

[chorus]
f-ck that glock .23, i’m tryna use that .30 (.30)
you got that bag up on yo’ head, he pull up where you stay (bah-bah)
and to that dead n-gga, that got hit up, up in his face (bah)
wasn’t even my work, so i ain’t gon’ speak up on that f-cking case
i’ll make a junkie drink a beer, speak on gang and you get k!lled
put you on union street, now your back under some f-ckin’ d-mn wheels
same n-gga front on gang, that same n-gga gon’ get drilled
n-gga, f-ck yo’ gang and i’ll blow his head off all on the f-cking d-mn steering wheel

- p yungin

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