BIG30 - Perc Talk (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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BIG30 - Perc Talk (en) Lyrics
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This that perc talk.
Sweating, hot asf clutching my
glizzy with my shirt off.
I get all these nikes free, cause
I’m knocking the clerk off.
She like how I be driving, pussy
get wet when I skrt off.
Just put one up, I called em first
and scored. We got 1st ball.
Big 30,000 all blues,
call me third ball.
My sack, it pump exotic fumes,
My BM was my first off.
Before I rat, I’ll make a Chi-Chi,
watch the guard, and jerk off.
Be kicked back in my cell smoking scriptures
and bumping church songs.
Bitch I’m a real gangster.
We don’t do attempts, we catching
bodies, cause we really aiming.
My niggas be pointing choppers, your
niggas be pointing fingers.
I damn near do a show without my
ice, I’m rocking para vega.
I damn near do a show without the mic,
but I won’t leave my banger.
Police tried to pull me over, my mama
said don’t talk to strangers.
Straight A truck kept catching flats,
hop in the rover like a ranger.
Hit your bitch with wrestling moves,
picking her up like I’m Kurt Angle.
50K when I say ,”Hey” my shit
look like a chandelier.
Drink wop cause I can’t handle beer.
Mister Manager, no manners here.
Throw the Cad’ in 2nd gear,
kiss the curb, kiss the curb,
then get outta there.
I bet’ not wreck my shit, I
paid cash, bitch I know having
stuff. Bllrrrt blrrt.
Gang gang it ain’t no envy in me.
Hope the members go get them some
money, or be richer than me.
Stratus only, pull up 5’7,
we gone take your hemi.
No liquor store, we sending shots
at you, this ain’t no fuckin
henne’ (no fucking remy)
Big 30 30,000 all blues,
call me third ball.
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