Lyrics:
Thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty
Thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty
Glock fifteen hold thirty
Glock twenty-three hold thirty
Shoot at you and your lil
triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot, yeah
These niggas is scared
Thirtys in the city movin' slow
Thirty, thirty
Thirty years you been draggin' your feet
Tellin' me I'm the reason we're stagnant
Thirty years you've been claiming you're honest
And promising
I used to run for miles
I used to ride my bike
I used to wake up with a smile
And go to bed at night with a dream, ahh
But now I'm turning thirty
(Polo Mac, you made this?)
(Ydustin)
(Tell me what you want me to do)
Let's go thirty rounds (Let's go thirty rounds)
Bae let's go thirty rounds (Bae
in the children
Life keep happening
We bout a purse
Main objective
Don't end up on a shirt
Keep perspective
And prepare for the first
Cuz thirty go by
Thirty-two miles to Guthrie, thirty-two miles to go
Thirty-two miles to Guthrie baby, gonna hit that river 'till we rock the boat
Thirty-two miles
me)
Moving slow
(Moving slow)
On a creep
(On a creep)
Dark paths
(Dark paths)
So follow me
(Follow me)
Thirty two thousand yen
Thirty two thousand yen
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done call up to the gypsy woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
That'll
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done call up to the gypsy woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
That'll
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done called up the gypsey woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
That'll be
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done talked to the gypsy woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
That'll
We're laughing at you, girl
For reals, can you just calm down?
Where's your baby daddy?
I'm the baby daddy
Goodbye
I be sending mixed moves (Thirty
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done talked to the gypsy woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
That'll
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done called up the gypsy woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
That'll be
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done talked to the gypsy woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
That'll
Dibidibi da da de ta ta oh yeah eh blazer blazer
Say me check the time it's twelve thirty
Wanna big meech before i clock thirty
Say me check the time
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done talked to the gypsy woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
That'll
Yeah
Meet me at seven thirty-five
Meet me at
Meet me at, meet me at, meet me at
Meet me at, aye
(Thirty-five)
Meet me at seven-thirty
Meet me
I walk into your room, thirty-four
I hop into my car, thirty-four
You walk into the club, thirty-four
I hear the radio, thirty-four
A clock catches
yeah, saving up my energy)
Can you stay up all night?
Fuck me 'til the daylight
Thirty-four, thirty-five (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you stay up
I'm the king's thirty second son
Born to him in thirty second's time
Born to him the night still young
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's
saving all my energy)
Can you stay up all night?
Fuck me 'til the daylight
Thirty-four, thirty-five
Can you stay up all night? (All night)
Fuck me
What, what, what you want? Hey
My thing is a real fine thing
It's a thing, it's a real fine thing
It ain't broke, it don't need a fix
Thirty six,
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