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Big Yavo - 30 Bars (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Songwriter
lamarcus johnson
lamarcus johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LaMarcusj
LaMarcusj
Producer
Lamarcus J
Lamarcus J
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
It's easy to hop on these beats and go, just go
It's easy to hop on these beats and go
[Verse 1]
It's easy to hop on these beats and go crazy
That water I'm rocking, it's waving, no shopping, I'm savering
I get like Curry show, please don't play or I'ma Klay ya
My pocket chunky, his slim like Shady
Hey, I pick the pack up and hop on the slap, turn on ways
Ain't talking Johnny but free all the guys that's in cages
I know how to make money in a whole lot of ways
Ya', how you get all of that money in the whole lot of plays?
Say, I know a **** make one play just like a goalie
We are all in the backstreet 'cause this right here a stolen
Uncle Elroy's ass take him for his Rollie
Aye, I'm from the bottom, the top where I'm going
[Verse 2]
Aye, I had to put down the green 'cause that shit have you snoring
Throwing up purple, got blue in my garment
He don't want his ho to come watch my performance
'Cause nine times out at ten, she gon' leave the club and join us
Ain't talking Bourne but these **** informants
I was getting money while you was watching barney
She said I'm soft 'cause I'm rocking this morning
Not no more, I'm hard, I'm horny
Let's go
Sip that hunnid then put on a show
Aye, **** play, I'ma go do a joss
Why you laughing? I didn't crack a joke
No more Hollister, baby, this a Dior coat
Aye, I like how she gag and she choke
Make her laugh and get in her drawers
Drac' make him run faster than Usain Bolt
No days, it be double G loafs
Speaking loaves, I get to the bread
I show her these racks, she gon' give me head
Everyday it be somebody dead
I wake up and thank God that it's not me
Thick ass horse, she ride me like a jockey
Balboa, bitch, my jewelry rocky
Keep a stick, you would think I play hockey
**** play, set it off like I'm Latifah
Aye, I pour up this trees and roll reefa
Trap good, think I might need a gold beeper
Bruh a bitch, what the fuck he told people?
I'm the one like I throw the ball for the Eagles
[Verse 3]
You can think different but I know I'm having money
You got something else coming
Like you take something from me
No **** put me on front, do I look like a onesie?
I'm the shit, just accept it, you can't flush me or plunge me
If you start winning, then we just gon' jump in
I ain't talking Johnson, my Cartier bumpy
Aye, I talk this shit like Bun B
Can't trust a **** far as you can see
ABC, no liquor, wok is my beverage
Bring me the shit and I bet I can sell it
Throw me in the jungle and come out with (What?)
I might come out with the baddest beheaded
Bitch, I'm a A, can't nothing tame me
BA get fly as a air plane seat
Aye, I'm rocking PJs on a Pj
Just did a show, count the racks on the freeway
Got some boys in the block like days
Still'll serve you like Dray
Always got deals like eBay
Shawty go up and down like seesaw
Wide body got a horse, say "Yeehaw"
Written by: Joshua Johnson, Marcus Johnson, Yaven Mauldin
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