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big30 - flushed em lyrics

[intro]
blrrrd
d_mn steph, for real?

[verse 1: big30]
caught an opp at the light, we flushed ’em
put a n_gga in a wood, turn a n_gga to a pack
wrap a n_gga ass up, we hushed ’em
clique only when the feds stop pass on me
n_ggas get in my way, i’ma truck ’em
if up up my glock, i’ll bust it
glock hot, faceshot, he ugly
n_gga faced it, deaf he pluckin’
blrrrd, blrrrd
in the sp_ceship
big body, seven feet on the wake up
bad b_tch front seat, no make up
i’ma wear my chain and stay in the city
big glock 1 tucked, must take some
caught him lackin’ at the sto’, pick your face up
free lil hain, mr go drac’ sum’
720, hit the light, highspeed chase ’em
blrrrd, blrrd
[verse 2: big scat]
if you waitin’ on n_gga gone go wit’ ya mood
don’t take to long, i’ma face sum’
now your facе on your shirt, got your bucket in a store
your momma cryin’, askin’ why a n_gga take you
it’s thе same old sh_t, have to wake up
n_gga chasin’ out the cash, can’t lay up
extortion, make a n_gga pay up
what you doin’, you ain’t got no haters
too many sentient smells, walk in the house bet you gon’ pick a flavor
sh_t my preferences always been the plug, can’t do no [?]
keep too much traffic in front my house, say have a nosy neighbor
kick the bullsh_t to the curb and i’m tryin’ to go buy [?]
jus’ locked in wit’ a florida b_tch, she love to eat me like a ‘gator
every time we f_ck, it’s like we wrestling, slam the hoe through the table
every chop in this car got a boss
ain’t trying to hook up cable

[verse 3: cg tayg]
blrrd, blrrd
ayy
like 37, we flush (we flush)
me and kenny growing
g3, caught the opp in the cut, we bucked him (we bucked him)
we aob, gang this chevelle, lil nasty sh_t get ugly (get ugly)
got switches all in public (no cap)
on the way back to the m, 20 [?] and the louis v’ luggage (she bad)
this h_llcat might hit the curb, might bust it (skrrt)
before the pack came in, it was already gone, my n_gga i ain’t even have to touch it (yuh)
if i run to the opps, hop out no cap, headshot, he ain’t even get to duckin’ ([?] boy)
don’t stop lil b_tch, keep suckin’ (keep suckin’)
fn tucked, play i’ma buss it (no cap)
we way too deep, got too many shots, and all my n_ggas clutchin’ (big blrrrd)
these fn back_to_back, we buckin’ (yuh)
sn_tcher from the north can’t touch me (can’t touch me)
big drac’ hit em up, he lucky (hit ’em up)
now we creep, put the opp in a russian (in a russian)
[outro: big30]
blrrrd
big blrrrd
blrrrd, blrrrd

- big30 lyrics

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