Big30 - Too Official (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Big30 - Too Official (en) Lyrics
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Ran outta Wocky in the city
(Wock’, Wock’), I’m tristin’
(Wock’, Wock’, Wock’)
Quick to go and get a nigga,
bet’ not drop a penny (I
bet’ not drop a penny)
Widebody ‘Cat sittin’ up on Rucci’s,
look like Renni (Skrrt, skrrt)
Finna go shoot to L.A. and see
my new ho, she play tennis (My
new ho, she play tennis)
I been spinnin’ (I spin), too official,
ask my city (Ask my city)
Got that .30 with me, ninety
shots (Blrrrd), me and my .60
(Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
He was gangsta, end up shot, and turned
into a witness (A witness)
Superstock (Yeah), slidin’ with a gravedigger
(Yeah), lil’ boy (Yeah), don’t
get it twisted (Yeah, twisted)
Big blrrrd, ask them why they call
me Thirty Shots, ask the opps
Go ask them how many this .30 shot
Every nigga with me got a glizzy
like wе sponsor Glocks
Never stop for cops, know
MPD familiar with my car
Know I’m out on bond, but that ain’t
got shit to do with my gun
Fully automatic, hit the switch,
it’s rippin’ through your lungs
Free Big Sеt and free PG
off of that murder one
I be with them felons and my
whole entourage on the run
Big Gotti, what you think they
call me King for? (I am)
You ever seen that Draco jumpin’
out that Rolls door?
You ever count a half a mil’ on your
granny floor? (Have you ever?)
You ever hit your plug and ask them
what they goin’ for? (Bricks)
A nigga shot at me and missed,
Lord be with him (On God)
All them niggas pussy, when they see
me, they get little (Outta here)
I never up my fire, let it go,
and I ain’t hit nothin’
I ran up fifty mil’, still
runnin’ with them killers
Ten Glocks, three hundred
shots, crib, thirty mil’
Fifty M’s, but I’m still playin’
dirty still (I am)
Lil’ homie rappin’, _________ so don’t
diss me ‘cause I’m active still
How you deal with depression? Yeah,
they be poppin’ pills (30’s)
All my niggas rich now, but
they be stretchin’ still
Yup, they be stretchin’
Hit your shoulders, miss your
head, boy, that’s a blessin’
I’m from Memphis, cutthroat city,
all my niggas be finessin’
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