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big30 - free shiest life lyrics

[intro: big30]
(i+i+i+impossible dreamz music group)
big blrrrd

[verse 1: big30]
i got four today left with me to find out where they at (okay)
load up, three shots left up in the choppa (blrrrd, blrrrd)
ten shots in the tec (okay)
i know i’ma shake the spot
won’t ever panic, break a sweat (never)
when i see you, that’s your life
to be a hashtag on the ‘net (on god)
how the f+ck you claim my sh+t?
you see my opp and don’t get off (off)
i’m disgusted with you n+gga
i start to break your f+cking jaw (p+ssy)
my next sh+t would’ve got ugly
if i was there when you got caught
you would’ve been the next one burnin’ in this blunt
to make me cough, blrrrd
big blrrrd, tryna make this ho looking like 50 cent (icе)
we blrrrd gang we get activе, we never send a hit (shiest’)
might catch my next one on your block, pull up bumping this sh+t (blrrrd)
shake ass, shots sent from afar, chase her ass down with switches
they fully rip out, through it rip, made the boy real karma (through his stomach)
p+ssy got hit with that glizzy, he holla out for his momma
no savin’ him, be hatin’ him, my hood is royal rumble
before i pick with chyna, i know pickin’ out that thumper (on god)
clutch on whoever, my momma got one son
and he went bought about one chester (the hood)
every day eating noodles with the hot sauce and black pepper (it’s good)
can’t ever go for sh+t, ’fore rap i really was a stepper (i’m steppin’)
two steppin’ with that .40 catch me dancing with the devil (i’m weaponed)
every state with them dracs, we don’t give a f+ck if they dirty
can’t peform with no gun, you can’t move big without the ’30 (big blrrrd)
no percocets start working so i f+cked ’round, popped a curry (third)
you play and the weight is on my kid, we still gon’ hurt him
when they come to this beat we get to flipping sh+t like burgers
and you can’t join the gang unless you know some’ ’bout a murder
new opp pack in my lung, wock’ got me moving like a turtle
flag ’round my head [?] purp’
on grape, i had been crippin’, n+gga, big crip
my head high, my eyes low, dope all in my system, n+gga
the man of the house, i take care of my sisters, n+gga (my girl)
you better not play around with my girls
or i’ma go get her n+gga (my world)
[interlude: big30]
know what i’m sayin’? see a lotta n+ggas talk this sh+t
a lotta n+gga just rap this sh+t, we really gon’ go get her, n+gga
n+gga just hollerin’ choppa gang sh+t out for a friend, for clout and sh+t
this sh+t for real, man (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
you ain’t puttin’ it down for your sh+t, n+gga
don’t ever holler that sh+t, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
for real, big blrrrd, choppa gang nt ceo stand
i put it on for this sh+t (mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm+mmm)
big blrrrd, blrrrd

[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
way before we ran ‘cross the money
n+ggas paid up with respect
way before we ran ‘cross the money
n+ggas paid up with respect
no cge’s stands down to no one
we the ones who pose the threat
i’ma up the chop on my fan, he done got too close to my neck, blrrrd

- big30 lyrics

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