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letra de 30 for 30 - t-shyne & young stoner life

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[intro]
(ayy, yung, but he got that talent)
(yo, nicki papz make it slap)

[chorus]
these n-ggas, yeah, they would hate on us, now we got money, these n-ggas gon’ wait for us
i don’t wan’ f-ck in the morning, i told her to top me right when i start wakin’ up
i just blew fifty k right in the day, by the end of the night i made it up
you need some money, come pick it up
racks in my pockets, too heavy to lift it up
she wanna f-ck on me, so you know it need to take long for shorty to give it up
look at my crib, that sh-t big as f-ck
if you broke, you should go get your business up
take my feet out my shoes and i kick it up
i got weed on me, b-tch, i be twistin’ up
all this drip, you should know i could switch it up
brand-new diamonds, these motherf-ckеrs big as f-ck

[verse]
i’ve been smokin’ these n-ggas, thеy mad at us (mad)
make some millions, then head out to africa (woah)
she gon’ give me neck, i feel like a begular (tragic)
throw some money, she turnin’ wascavage (b-tch)
these n-ggas mad, but i keep gettin’ richer
look at my chain, bought that sh-t from november (from november)
my diamonds cold, that sh-t makin’ me shiver (let’s go)
p-ssy n-ggas, get ’em smoked like he dizzy (let’s go)
these n-ggas how we trap out the spot
b-tch, i’m the plug, never said i’d stop
these n-ggas p-ssy, they set out a lot
my n-ggas shootin’, don’t run out of shots (go)
these n-ggas broke, tell ’em, “go get some money”
six figure deal, i just signed that ho early
know i done copped, but i keep me some birdies
can’t f-ck with no b-tch if her fingers dirty
[interlude]
yeah, you know what i’m sayin’, n-gga? we can’t do that
we ain’t goin’ back and forth, n-gga

[bridge]
can’t f-ck with no b-tch if her fingers dirty
b-tch, i’m a baller, go thirty for thirty (thirty)
racks, n-gga, i’ve been countin’ that sh-t up (sh-t)
shawty suck it ’til that b-tch get a hiccup (doo)
work her out, i got that b-tch doin’ sit-ups (sit-up)
yeah (woah)

[chorus]
these n-ggas, yeah, they would hate on us, now we got money, these n-ggas gon’ wait for us
i don’t wan’ f-ck in the morning, i told her to top me right when i start wakin’ up
i just blew fifty k right in the day, by the end of the night i made it up
you need some money, come pick it up
racks in my pockets, too heavy to lift it up
she wanna f-ck on me, so you know it need to take long for shorty to give it up
look at my crib, that sh-t big as f-ck
if you broke, you should go get your business up
take my feet out my shoes and i kick it up
i got weed on me, b-tch, i be twistin’ up
all this drip, you should know i could switch it up
brand-new diamonds, these motherf-ckers big as f-ck
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (woah, woah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (woah, woah)

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