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sang to em - big30 lyrics

[intro]
celebrate this night with me
although it’s not the last time
it’s just some, it’s just gang sh*t (cash walked down the beat hard, ah)
it’s choppa gang sh*t, though
there’s fire inside me (blrrrd, blrrrd)
i wanna burn for you tonight
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
told my lil’ n*gga i was up three before countin’ [work?] (no, for real)
young n*gga, humble yourself, i been puttin’ sh*t in that dirt (just chill)
real street n*gga, my kid straight, my mama don’t work (on god)
i got them ms, gave her a hundred, that sh*t was off verses (that’s on god)
that sh*t was off top (off top)
my hip releasin’ a glock (glock)
like an indian b*tch, we put a hole in his top (blrrrd, blrrrd)
four*nickel in my cut, you reach in my show and get dropped (get shot)
stk send several shots, play with thirtball, you better not (stupid n*gga)
wrist chеck ’em, we take his watch (takе his watch)
that ain’t my ap, that’s just [?]
i got old money, mold money, this sh*t finna rot (i got a lot)
seven figures that granny house (that granny), got four million up in the bank (in the bank)
three switches in this ‘cat lv, bulletproof this ho like a tank

[bridge]
celebrate this night with me
although it’s not the last time (last time, last time, mmm, mmm, ayy)
[verse 2]
back*to*back smoke weed, fingertips (i’m high)
how many percs you took? how many my n*ggas got k!lled? (i don’t know why)
it’s january 30, we been spinnin’ since the 5th (the 5th)
check on my purse if you don’t see my glizzy on my hip (i got k!lls)
sh*t, somethin’ ain’t right ’cause i’d leave my head before my pistol (on god)
so many shootouts, my right trigger finger goin’ blistered (on god)
this money changed my life, but also saved a lot of n*ggas (a lot of n*ggas)
now i’m a superstar, x*man, an ex*k!ller
i’ll still go get a n*gga, let a n*gga drop a milli’ (i don’t give a f*ck)
i bet i’ll suit up, come out these chains, it’s gon’ be k!llin’ (go get ’em)
ceo status, i’m drill sergeant, you n*ggas b*tches (b*tches)
they say who losin’ on that score? better recheck the digits (the digits)
everybody ’round me got a face, all your n*ggas ign’ant (they b*tches)
i mean, irrelevant (they b*tches)
i told my lil’ n*gga go spin for the h*ll of it (on god)
get sh*t k!lled about this cash, i’ll drop a settlement (settlement)
every time i make a move, you gon’ see black trucks like the president (the president)
but they gon’ be srts (skrrt), you know trackhawks and h*lla [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
everything shoot fast (mmm), man, big30 ain’t for medicine (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
that name ain’t come from pills, n*gga, that name came from drill, n*gga (drill, n*gga)
yeah, i said big30 really k!ll n*ggas (i k!ll n*ggas)
blrrrd, hop out with that thirty (blrrrd), 30 spill n*ggas (spill n*ggas)
n*gga know how i get down, this sh*t for real, n*gga (real, n*gga)

[outro]
although it’s not the last time (murder)
murder, murder, murder

- big30 lyrics

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