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p yungin – big 30 كلمات اغاني

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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