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
Thirty, niggas, 'round me, shootin'
That mean I don't tuck my chain
Don't you talk down on my name
Lotto, he keep him a thirty
Shoutout Lil Sid cause he
when he tried to give a pep talk
To over thirty million poor people like me
How can he say that we gotta stick it out
When his belly is full and his
when he tried to give a pep talk
To over thirty million poor people like me
How can he say that we gotta stick it out
When his belly is full and his
when he tried to give a pep talk
To over thirty million poor people like me
How can he say that we gotta stick it out
When his belly is full and his
when he tried to give a pep talk
To over thirty million poor people like me
How can he say that we gotta stick it out
When his belly is full and his
new way say it
Rap better get paper
Give fuck bout a mention
I'll stand on my haters
And yell songs
Bout how when they see me
They faking
Talk to em if
Why are you so annoyed for?
You think that everyone are you
They told me you talk about me for
Thirty minutes or so
I wonder what do i have
And why
about my piece
That Don McLean slice
That talk to me nice
Thirty two I lived I twice
DMT that short flight
Acid trip last all night
And I seen things in
self made scarf or maybe a new card game
My in-laws are asking what to give to me
After they didn't talk to me for thirty weeks
It wouldn't feel like
fire
I got that fire on me
I got that fire on me
Twenty-three on me, ain't talk about no joy
Got a thirty on me right now, nigga play
He get sent
Ah, wenta-five wunna bid me biddle, want to five want to five want to five, wudja
Biddle on a twenty-five.
Gotta twenty-five dollar bidja-biddle
Jesus huh, run the trap like I'm Weezy, huh
Thirty clip on me, yo' bitch looking for me
She want me 'cause my wrist is freezing, ayy
Stay out my face, got
I'm a hot nigga, don't tell my 'countant on me
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord!
Thirtys in the city movin'
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
with my mom
Oh, fuck, how am I thirty?
I used to make fun of the boomers, in retrospect, a bit too much
Now all these fucking zoomers are telling me
to death
We need Him crucified
It's all you have to do
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
You have been brought here
Manacled, beaten by Your own people
Do You have
(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
right up like what the fuck happenin
A legit IMG general, Thirty Gang CEO
Bitch I be the captain
Yo bitch with me every time she absent
Perfect attendance
2020 I see
Y'all stuck in phantom time 1723
Thirty thirty yoli, you bug me Rollie Pollie
Thirty thirty yoli, I'm hiding in my molding
Thirty thirty yoli,
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
niggas, thirty deep
Biggie standin' with the sticks, bitches grittin' on they teeth
Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release (woo, woo,
walk when I talk
But I don't stop heads'll roll
Cause I ain't playin'
Unless it's on slammin' the bones
They gettin' mad at me
I went and sent a fool
see that you be back home in thirty days
I done talked to the judge in private early this morning
And he took me to the sheriff's office to sign
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