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BIG30
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ KJ
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Ari Morris
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Leo Martinez
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Lyrics
Brrrr Brrrr
Big Brrrrr
I got a spot out of town
I got to get away from all these people
Nigga burning my face up
I took my faith in all these people
Then go get in that car bout me
Don't shake my hand when you see me
Boy fuck the fake smile
Boy you can keep it
You don't fuck with me
I don't fuck with you either Nigga ain't going to fuck with me
I keep my gun I pay the reaper
Think I got magic
Turn you from a person
To a blunt of reefer
Mane fuck them niggas
Went against me
Thought I was over
Shiesty got locked
Nigga drop they nuts on me like we enemies
But now we is nigga fuck ya
I don't need no nigga for nothing
Backend Ferrari
We thugging
But no more draco totting in public
Judge says he can't be round nothing
But family or no other
Or no members or no nothing
Well your honor this is my brother
They gone have to deal with that
And imma tell you that off the top
Even if they pull my name
Imma go change my shit tomorrow
That's my brother
My fraternal spin
No designer say twin
I say spin
Cause we don't look shit alike
But he spin then I spin
I got a spot out of town
I got to get away from all these people
Nigga burning my face up
I took my faith in all these people
Then go get in that car bout me
Don't shake my hand when you see me
Boy fuck the fake smile
Boy you can keep it
You don't fuck with me
I don't fuck with you either Nigga ain't going to fuck with me
I keep my gun I pay the reaper
Think I got magic
Turn you from a person
To a blunt of reefer
Mane fuck them niggas
Went against me
Thought I was over
Shiesty got locked
Nigga drop they nuts on me like we enemies
Aye
But that's Ight though
As long as I got my money
My bitch
My nigga
My pipe though
Fuck Imma get back doored
Pussy
I don't even like folks
Nigga talking bout back door
Nigga ass better touch the right door
You can't get up on me boy
You got a better chance at
Keep typing on the net
Nigga keep typing bout Thirty
They gone type about you next
We done caught niggas ass wide awake
Then put they ass to rest Think I put Xanax in my bullet
We put his neck on his chest
He tried to put on a vest
Ha
Got his dome checked
Thought he catch me
Shot the wrong Vette
Who got dropped, I'm independent
Thirty get his own check
Head dropped the 300K
And the rest was over with
And that's how that went nigga
I was in my feeling
I ain't never dropped a dis nigga
Before I ever met you nigga
I was the one spent nigga
I just never spoke on it
Cause Nuski never did nigga
And plus, we done got rich nigga
I got a spot out of town
I got to get away from all these people
Nigga burning my face up
I took my faith in all these people
Then go get in that car bout me
Don't shake my hand when you see me
Boy fuck the fake smile
Boy you can keep it
You don't fuck with me
I don't fuck with you either Nigga ain't going to fuck with me
I keep my gun I pay the reaper
Think I got magic
Turn you from a person
To a blunt of reefer
Mane fuck them niggas
Went against me
Thought I was over
Shiesty got locked
Nigga drop they nuts on me like we enemies
Writer(s): Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
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