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letra de 30 - tre harris

big 30 on me what?
what you say huh?

we on that kick a door sh-t b-tch
run up in your crib b-tch
30 on my wrist b-tch
iced out that cold sh-t
neck froze my chain sit
that henny got me dumb lit
be running up these bands quick
i spend it then replenish it
we f-ck she make a high pitch
im ballin like i’m kobe b-tch
the media got me dumb rich
these n-ggas they be hating it
my rollie don’t be saying sh-t
them beamers boy i’m coppin it
im dripping off designer sh-t
the bank broke my money glitched

[ verse 1: ] tre harris –

30 on my wrist b-tch ( yuh )
i spent a lot
p-ssy good it hits the spot
f-ck her brains
nose filled with snot

shorty whipping out the pot
called the bank i made a lot
went and gone nd brought a yacht
yo chick loyal ( i think not )

that boy tre making money
my gold watch make it sunny
its like a rose gold or honey
y’all be hating that sh-t funny

lame boy all up in my mentions
n-gga mad his b-tch went missing
his chick all up in my kitchen
cooking dinner like my misses

i be balling like its christmas
pockets looking like thanksgiving
heard these b-tches want some chicken
silly thot you didn’t pitch in
i be dripped in designer
gorilla glue gets me higher
yo sh-t fake my sh-t flyer
tell yo b-tch i’d never wife her

[ adlibs & lines: ]

yuh

aye

dropped 30 on my wrist
iced out my sh-t glissen

uh woah

uh yuh

uh woah

heard these b-tches want some chicken
silly thot you didn’t pitch in

yuh

[ verse 2: ] trop trev –

they be like tre
they like trev
how y’all gettin to them stacks
we be working back to back
pop a check, ain’t no slack

all these penny nickle dime riches
i ain’t got no time n-gga
i’m looking at time sheet
u looking for a dime piece
i be switching state to state
so it’s hard to find me
i’m headed to the roley store
bout to cop a time piece

and that’s forgis on the whip
these ain’t no asanti
if you ain’t bout money
then you foolish like ashanti
you don’t kno me. we don’t talk, you jus saw me
i’m in the whip, tint to dark camoflauge
like it’s army

these n-ggas they was laughing
now they don’t see nothing funny
how you living life but you ain’t makin no money
all my n-ggas in the stu chillin going dummy
come to the trap it’s a wrap like a mummy

they pulling up like where yo hands
where yo mans at tell her she said
where yo bands at i got bands packed
money stretch like bandwidth i’m the retro bandit ..
anything i want it ion ask i demand it
paint the pictures up in my head like a canvas
i knew i would be doin this before we even planned it
started from the bottom wit a dollar
put a grand in.. landed was off my feet
kilt the beat now we standing
tried askin for help
dese n-ggas ain’t want put no hands in
started wit no name now my shii is fully branded

[ adlibs & lines: ]

yuh

aye

dropped 30 on my wrist
iced out my sh-t glissen

uh woah

uh yuh

uh woah

heard these b-tches want some chicken
silly thot you didn’t pitch in

- tre harris

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