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big chillin - 30 blunts lyrics

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[intro: lazyboy]
swag dripping on y’all f-ck n-ggas..
.. don’t slip
it’s big chillin
we out here
lazyboy!

[verse 1: lazyboy]
hold up, y’all n-ggas think y’all can come over here, smoke and not roll up
f-ck freeloaders, its like my pockets working out, on how they done swole up
i had a white b-tch, until she called me a n-gga, smoking on that strong yeah that arnold swartzneager
n-ggas sniffing c0ke i’m mixing c0ke with jager, swishers no flavor

all about my currency..
no spitta my n-ggas they rolling up that burgundy
thats that purp we smoking on the balcony
you n-ggas smoking trying to escape reality

i smoke cause i intake a lot of salary
big chillin we eating a lot of calories
k!lling sh-t my n-gga a lot of casualties
loud pack got me charged up new batteries

[hook: lazyboy]
ha ha ha, laughing to the bank
puff puff p-ss, smoking on that dank
new york swag, but so mississippi
thirty blunts rolled, swear we some hippies
x2

[verse 2: cal deezzi]
i got whatever you need i’m a one stop shop
mane its h-ll in the stadt, so you know my block hot
everything i do is h-lla bad, mane i’m so high i need a tele pad
and every chick i f-ck with top notch

call me dr. deezzi no degree
but i keep them pills on deck like a pharmacy
my mama told me get up and go do something with your self
thought about money and say thats something i can get myself

thats what i did, since a kid i been going live
life is like a jack and the box it throw you surprises
got a pocket full of cash finna head to the bank, f-ck you mean you don’t know
i’m higher than a raven i blow edgar allen poe, i got plenty guap but get more
mane!

[verse 3: kezzy]
i’m a pill popping animal, syrup sipping, double cupping
never fall in love with her, i ain’t trying to hand cuff her
young kizzle a born hustler, money make me hustle harder
from the studio i’m on the iphone and i’m taking orders

i’ll rob you for your bricks and you can’t even snitch on me
the way i spend your money, hope it make you sick homie
young skinny n-gga, tatted up and i’m boney
see your b-tch looking i don’t even want it

hit the block chilling with a whole lot of my homies
thirty bad b-tches, but i only love the money
mane im so broke ha ha, that sh-t is funny
rich n-gga sh-t i wipe my -ss with a hundred

bought a foreign whip now i’m doing bout a hundred
high way trip got my whole hood jumping
re-up re-up re-up, make that sh-t disappear
i grind so hard this year this gone be my last year

hoes asking for money, get the f-ck out my ear
it ain’t safe where i’m from, this the danger zone here
where a n-ggas survive and everything ain’t crystal clear
a smile will get you robbed for your gear

[hook x2]

[verse 4: frank lee]
yeah n-gga!
king n-gga!
haaaaa

thirty hundreds rolled, cause a n-gga like to stunt
counting this cash while my b-tch roll the blunt
young n-gga hustling i get what i want
bought a mothaf-cking whip, crashed that sh-t that month

got that sh-t fixed and i’m still on the run
getting to the money, counting them faces
big faces, n-gga all green like i’m racist
lucky lefty n-gga, uh no smoking aces

i had a mixed b-tch until i needed more figures
had to cut her off real fast, no scissors
i was getting money n-gga, all that winter
black timbs on me n-gga like f-ck a blizzard

henny in the cup n-gga straight, no chase, no mixer
flexing on hoes, john wall no wizards
on that bullsh-t stink bad like gizzards
b-ss hit through your face like kickers

big chillin n-gga i ain’t got no worries
ice on my neck, too cold like a flurry
getting dough quick like fast go hurry
balling on n-ggas real talk true story

[hook x2]

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