Lyrics:
to me Thirty
Talk to me Thirty Thirty
Talk to me Thirty
Talk to me Thirty Thirty
Im on my grown woman
Classy is what's given
I'm always winning
The throne
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
You take
Walk in the 'sino I wanna play
I want a c note I gotta play
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Nig' gon skate
Rock dirty ape like a nig' gon skate
New black chino walk up in
nigga?
You talk about game
Foreign cars and diamond chains
Fuck what you saying
Nigga, really - you hella lame
How 'bout yo bitch?
She fucked me like last
up ta shit's creek
Been bout it since 92 fuck the police
Didn't pretend like these fuck
Niggas streets chose me
I was by myself wit the heat
Nigga you
an explosion
Don't drink my poison
You can block my messages and never see my face again
If I hold my breath to 10 will you talk to me now and then
If you think
to Kingston
(One) one by one, dem a come random
Ay, bwoy, nah talk to me if you nah talk millions (oop)
For di tun, tun, tun dem ah run, run, run
And a wan'
I try
Dumb if I let go
Need you by my side
I won't let you go
Love the way the smell
Love the way you talk
Yeah I love the way you move
Love the way
Life has shown me get away from all snakes
Cause they be scary
Learned that when I was a kid
From a wizard name was harry
Poison running through my
the neon darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul
The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
'Cause it's never
forget to tell them how I set The fire to the tracks
Or the way how I count those Pounds by the stacks
When you talk about me don’t be all Jiffy
Let
me dirty did me wrong
Now she got it on a song
Now I gotta leave, naw I gotta go
Making money on the road
Steady blowing up my phone
Bringing niggas
can tell by your attitude.
That you know your that your fine as hell
The way you walk the way you talk.
It's like you got some goods yourself,
I
I'm up and 30, you down and dirty, with such a perverted influence
Birds do it uh, bees so it uh, talk dirty speak fluent, yeah
So gimme a challenge,
a guillotine
By any means
I get the scrilla the scratch he claim that he ballin' that's cap Talk about me and the money that's facts
All up in church with
all days (yeah, the good ol' days, yeah)
Well, let's talk about the good old days (let's talk about them shits)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take you
I’m no good at small talk girl I
(By the way)
I like talkin bout the stars in the sky
Whisper like your lips in my dreams
I would spark another
calling and som bout fear
Look at me crazy look at me still
Tell me how you going for the kill
Mad
Doing this ting by the book
But you came in holding a pen
Dirty liar
Have you ever tried to show the holy seal?
See the people, how they spit and turn the face
When they come across your saints
Dirty
to the bricks of molly
Cocaine in the washer under the dirty laundry
That's why I slept on an air mattress, wasn't no furniture
If these walls could talk I
You’re just like a poison, subtly
Crawling through my bloodstream make me weak
Learned not to believe you, burned frequently
So pretty but they’re
the neon-darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul
The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
'Cause it's never seen
I think the feds trynna raid me
When I'm off the drugs you can't save me
All they gone find is some clean money
But I'm riding dirty with the beam
Can I roll with you Get with you
Be down with you Be down with you
Can I sit with you Chill with you
Talk with you Laugh with you
What can I do To prove
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