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lirik lagu big30 – king of my projects

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[intro]
(kj, let the beat knock)
blrrrd
big blrrrd

[chorus]
first off, play with 30, you get shot at (blrrrd)
biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects (on god)
hit ya club, g~ngb~ngin’ with them members and we hollin’ (crip)
tojo screamin’, “blood gang,” i’m crip, and cheese solid (slatt, slatt)
better not ask to be the gang, you ain’t even k!lled sh~t, p~ssy stop it (stop it)
drop that 30 in your club, bet i have that ho rockin’ (blrrrd)
better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (come here)
caught him downtown and he got hit up on a trolley

[verse 1]
a hospital, you will never see, what you know about first degree?
ho dancing on me in the club, had her throwin’ ass on the glee (this glock)
my n~gga say her head fire, come with me, b~tch, i gotta see (let’s roll)
left the club, smashin’ in the ‘lac, burnt the ho head in the v (skrrt, skrrt, vroom)
too icy in the party, we beat the boy, sn~tched his pockets (come here)
in your city, in a ‘rari, off percocets, za’, and wock’ (wock’)
m&m, how we live, n~gga, all nuts, no chocolate (murder, murder)
money, murder, the motto, still can pay me for a body (murder, murder, murder)
got every gun in the book and you ain’t gon’ k!ll nothing (nothing)
n~ggas still gettin’ they gun took, it’s 2021 (’21)
wear every chain that i got, you better not reach for nothing (reach for nothing)
i bet them hollows fill you up, i bet i shoot my gun (shoot my gun, blrrrd)
[chorus]
first off, play with 30, you get shot at (shot)
biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects
hit ya club, g~ngb~ngin’ with them members and we hollin’ (crip)
tojo screamin’, “blood gang,” i’m crip, and cheese solid (slatt, slatt)
better not ask to be the gang, you ain’t even k!lled sh~t, p~ssy stop it (stop it)
drop that 30 in your club, bet i have that ho rockin’ (rockin’)
better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (pop it)
caught him downtown and he got hit up on a trolley (blrrrd)

[verse 2]
verse two, and i still ain’t told a lie (no lie)
rich as f~ck, got broke habits, still smokin’ to the fire (smokin’ to the fire)
exotic dope for forty~two and good og for twenty~five (gas, gas)
went purple ‘vette up in october, now just wait until july (that’s facts)
floor seats with the gang but i’m nosebleed high (i’m high)
amiri jeans with the faucet, this moncler, not karl kanai
investigation, i be quiet, ion’t even try to lie
i’m the last man you wanna talk to when somebody die (god)
i’m in the booth with my lil’ hitter, my lil’ sniper n~gga (my blrrrd)
pin on the glock, i hit the switch, turn to a rifle, n~gga (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
blood on my money, know this cash here got a cycle, n~gga (blood on it)
we strapped up in new york, takin’ my chance with rikers, n~gga (i stand on it)

[chorus]
first off, play with 30, you get shot at (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
biggest gangsta in my city and the king of my projects
hit ya club, g~ngb~ngin’ with them members and we hollin’ (crip)
tojo screamin’, “blood gang,” i’m crip, and cheese solid (slatt, slatt)
better not ask to be the gang, you ain’t even k!lled sh~t, p~ssy stop it (stop it)
drop that 30 in your club, bet i have that ho rockin’ (blrrrd)
better not throw no money over here, get stretched for tryna pop it (pop it)
caught him downtown and he got hit up on a trolley (blrrrd)
[outro]
first off, play with 30, you get shot at (blrrrd)
blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd


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