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Paroles de la chanson 30 for 30 par T-Shyne

(Ayy, Yung, but he got that talent)
(Yo, Nicki Papz, make it slap)

These niggas, yeah, they would hate on us, now we got money, these niggas gon' wait for us
I don't wan' fuck 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 done made it up
You need some money, come pick it up
Racks in my pockets, too heavy to lift it up
She wanna fuck on me, so you know it didn't take long for shorty to give it up
Look at my crib, that shit big as fuck
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, bitch, I be twistin' up
All this drip, you should know I could switch it up
Brand new diamonds, these motherfuckers big as fuck

I've been smokin' these niggas, they mad at us (Mad)
Make some millions, then head out to Africa (Woah)
She gon' give me neck, I feel like Dracula
Throw some money, she turned to a scavenger (Bitch)
These niggas mad, but I keep gettin' richer
Look at my chain, bought that shit from the river
My diamonds cold, that shit makin' me shiver (Let's go)
Pussy nigga, get him smoked like he dizzy (Let's go)

These niggas how we trap out the spot
Bitch, I'm the plug, never sell out of stock
These niggas pussy, they sell out a lot
My niggas shootin', don't run out of shots (Go)
These niggas broke, tell 'em, "Go get some money"
Six figure deal, I just signed that ho early
No, I don't cop, but I keep me some birdies
Can't fuck with no bitch if her feet is dirty

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', nigga? We can't do that
We ain't goin' back and forth, nigga

Can't fuck with no bitch if her feet is dirty
Bitch, I'm a baller, go thirty for thirty (Thirty)
Racks, nigga, I've been countin' that shit up (Shit)

Shawty suck it 'til that bitch get a hiccup (Doo)
Work her out, I got that bitch doin' sit-ups (Sit-up)
Yeah (Woah)

These niggas, yeah, they would hate on us, now we got money, these niggas gon' wait for us
I don't wan' fuck 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 done made it up
You need some money, come pick it up
Racks in my pockets, too heavy to lift it up
She wanna fuck on me, so you know it didn't take long for shorty to give it up
Look at my crib, that shit big as fuck
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, bitch, I be twistin' up
All this drip, you should know I could switch it up
Brand new diamonds, these motherfuckers big as fuck

Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

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