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letra de 30 years - 30rock

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(so tired)
(this really all i got)
(30)
(from the heart man)

[verse]
how’d we get here? how it end so fast?
had a chance to stop, left my foot on gas
took a look through my phone, see the truth from my past
d-mn i knew i couldn’t make lies last
silly me
santa pop ups come through yo chimney
i done cried many tears in scarves that’s louisv
i done broke many hearts make up with jewelry
she gon poke the d-mn bear til it’s hot, no cooling me
but i bundle up
looking for a play, my n-gga huddle up
got his b-tch with no draws and she cuddled up
and my cup double foamed plus it’s muddyed up
n-ggas looking for me but i’m 20 stories up
got a booking for me only way we meeting up
make a n-gga d-ck sweat cause my heater tucked
make a b-tch knees weak when see the truck
imma talk like lil keed and they gone listen up
ahead of n-ggas
lyrics sharp just might behead a n-gga
pump a n-gga chest with lead like a medic n-gga
beast to these little dogs i might pet a n-gga
i just reach my peak cause i’m stool stepping n-ggas
roll ya eyes back to heavens gates
got her legs to the sky, she feel it in her face
in love with another d-mn stripper i can’t learn my place
doing 105 in a 40, million cash race
first n-gga in, last out, i need all cake
ass too big in her new dress, d-mn that’s all bae
truck to big to fit in this little park sp-ce
driver side eyeing cause we f-cking in this parkway
pour a 4 broad day
with it like it’s okay
devil flags tall she still cry on shopping mall dates
miami living with a car that read utah plates
top floor dior, she get full cuz this wagyu steak
in another lane tinted windows, i can’t see hate
trainer come wit views of the city help me lose weight
cops try to indite a n-gga, quick, i lose trace
screaming out “f-ck the police” raise the crime rate
(ha ha)
(yeah, 30)
(hol up one more time)
cops try to indite a n-gga, quick, i lose trace
screaming out “f-ck the police” raise the, crime, rate
(yeah)
(i f-cked up a little bit on that sh-t but imma keep that sh-t)
(im just practicing)

seed in the plant of rap, watch me grow for years
lebron numbers in a city with my cavilers
i can’t even trade notes, i’m passing all my peers
i can’t even have hope, i’m facing all my fears
you can talk money then i’m happy open ears
the war ain’t even won, we can’t toast up and cheer
this sh-t just begun, please sharp up the spears
i’ll shoot the gun, you just sit back and steer

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