Lyrics:
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
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
all I wanted to do was ball
When I was younger all I wanted to do was ball
Never into Jordan never into Kobe number thirty-four Barkley was my hero
Can you stay up all night?
Fuck me till the daylight
Thirty-four, thirty-five (ah, ah, ah ,ah)
Can you stay up all night? (All night)
Fuck me till
doing
'Cause his mother made him what he is
And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother
Mother, who has raised her son so well
He's thirty-four
doing
'Cause his mother made him what he is
And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother
Mother, who has raised her son so well
He's thirty-four
All those times the highway melted
Left to wake in city skylines
While we wake at twelve thirty-four
All those times the highway melted
Left
I have no fucking heat
I've got no food in my belly
Ain't got no fucking money
Work my life away in poverty
Fuck your money
Thirty four million in
mulattos had no trouble at all with men
All men say that I'm as sweet as honey
'Cause I'm thirty-four, thirty-eight and twenty-two at the tummy
They called
neighbors thirty-four flavors, I got ice cream, yeah
Nigga took it from the box Chevy to the Bentley coupe
All night serving hard white, nigga, P Miller
on cookie in the cockpit (cookie)
My bitch is brown like Foxy (bad)
At the show, they doin' moshpits (ay)
Thirty-four, Charles Barkley (thirty-four
Paradise calling and enter you may (Falling down)
Now your soul returns to paradise
(Falling down) Double seven thirty-four
The wheel kept turning
And it's up against the wall Redneck Mother,
Mother, who has raised her son so well.
He's thirty-four and drinking in a honky tonk.
Just kicking hippies
the truth like thirty-four each time I lay up in a booth
Bout to take over the scene with my Thetikos crew
So later haters I ain't got no time for you
Cuz I
thirty-four
Drop my PJs way way before the morning
I'm nice and playful
Your wife and your side girl (at the same time)
In my slippers at nine thirty-four
Drop
Yuh
Aye
I got so many stacks, ha
I got thirty-four bands in my bank like I'm Giannis
I am way too high above your rank if I'm bein' honest
Yeah,
uhh
But nah i ain't talking no harley
Thirty-four shots got me feeling like charlie
Backdoor open all these nikkas snakes
I gotta keep the knocker on my
That's my bitch there
Fat ass, they stare
Thirty-four inch hair
We ain't got those shoes, we want both pairs
Dope boys, gun shells
Long nails,
You leave and you streaming
All of my thoughts are so dark
And ill murder at night
At eleven thirty four
Pull up and gash his head open
I'm a snake
Thirty-four
Thirty-five yeah that's right
Thirty-six
Thirty-four
Sixty-eight
Twenty-seven
Thirty-five
Forty-two
Orange
Fifty-eight
Forty-seven
Th-th-th-th-Thirty Four Fish
А?
А-а-а-а-а-а-а-а
С*ка
А-а-а-а-а-а-а-а
Б*я
Микрофон - вещь, б*я
О-о-о-о
А-а-а-а-а-а-а-а
С*ка
А-а-а-а-а-а-а-а
Б*я
Тебя
thirty-five mill', hm
Thirty-four, thirty-five deals, hm
Thirty-four, ninety-nine skills
Livin' like money ain't real, uh
I'm a loc, I'ma do what I feel
I'm
Thirty-four
Thirty-five yeah that's right
Thirty-six
Thirty-four
Sixty-eight
Twenty-seven
Thirty-five
Forty-two
Orange
Fifty-eight
Forty-seven
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