BIG30'in En Sevilen Şarkıları
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIG30
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leo Martinez
Assistant Engineer
Zboy the Man
Producer
DJ KJ
Producer
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Şarkı sözleri
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Big brrrr
I rolled a bow to the function
I'm smoking dope this shit funky
I can't curse around dat lady
But I smoke dope for the moment
Matter fact I smoke with
She told me son this shit here
She like son this blunt last me 3 days
Monday my third
The neighbors think we sell dope
They smell dis shit up off they porch
And I just pull a G Wagon 63
And momma you drive a Porsche
Days before dat pulled up
Brown Rari
Call dat hoe a horse
This bitch gon ask me what I sell
Bricks?
I told dat hoe of course
Nah I don't play wit dat boy
CEO status
I'm corporate
Matter fact go google me
Big Thirty a platinum recorder
Hellcat
Black wing
Tesla Plaid
And I put it on Forza
Bulletproof Escalade
V3 Trackhawk
I move in dat order
Goyard bag three fifty
Red and green Paddock it's creamy
Take the helicopter
Make two hours feel like twenty minutes
Drop me at the island
Meet my members and like 20 bitches
Three pints of red six pints of wok
It won't be a trip without Triston
I rolled a bow to the function
I'm smoking dope this shit funky
I can't curse around dat lady
But I smoke dope for the moment
Matter fact I smoke with
She told me son this shit here
She like son this blunt last me 3 days
Monday my third
The neighbors think we sell dope
They smell dis shit up off they porch
And I just pull a g wagon 63
And momma you drive a Porsche
Days before dat pulled up
Brown Rari
Call dat hoe a horse
This bitch gon ask me what I sell
Bricks?
I told dat hoe of course
I learn to put that money up
Fuck breaking up them racks and shit
These niggas ain't used to no money
They normal asking for shit
This rap shit for my family
My kid ask when daddy gon quite
Generational wealth my son
Grandson going to be having shit
My bitch so bad
Everytime we get along I knock her ass out
Shit
Look at her
Better not touch her
Off the rip ill blow yo ass off
Backseat of dat spaceship
Getting dome
About to blast off
Having threesomes wit the neighbors
Everytime her husband at golf
I rolled a bow to the function
I'm smoking dope this shit funky
I can't curse around dat lady
But I smoke dope for the moment
Matter fact I smoke with
She told me son this shit here
She like son this blunt last me 3 days
Monday my third
The neighbors think we sell dope
They smell dis shit up off they porch
And I just pull a G Wagon 63
And momma you drive a Porsche
Days before dat pulled up
Brown Rari
Call dat hoe a horse
This bitch gon ask me what I sell
Bricks?
I told dat hoe of course
Writer(s): Dmitry Kokurin, Rodney Lamont Wright Jr
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