Lyrics:
and forth 'bout who hurt who first
You ain't got 'em questioning, go baby, it's yours
How I'm under thirty and made thirty, thirty times?
How you do my
(Diego)
(B-b-bankroll Got It)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, Tay (okay)
Thirty on my neck, thirty when I hit the stage (ooh, ooh)
Just
Why they wanna do me dirty? (why?)
Why these niggas wanna murk me? (why?)
Make me wanna hold the thirty
I've been drinkin', I've been swerving
on your head, bitch
You been it (Been it)
Spend like thirty bands on my neck, bitch
I been lit (Been lit)
Fuck is you talkin' to, nigga?
(Huh?) , better
thirty-one
And I've lost and I have won
Still I've kept my dreams alive
'Cause the boy will never die
I dreamed that I saw her standing there
They're
We was out here gangbangin' now
Posted on the block, my chain swangin'
Oh, to be young and dumb, don't believe in one-on-ones
Thirty clip the AR
Serbia, I shot Hercules
I'm a murderer, dirty thirty
I can make it dirtier, urgent surgery
Or Hershey Hearse
.50 cal in the Virgil murse
Fifty thou',
G's, I be rockin' Gucci all day
Double cup full of mud, I keep on pourin'
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty I
on at three thirty
I take a bath because I feel dirty
The power goes out and I lay in the dark in the water
I'm running my legs across the surface
I'm in debt
was thirty-one and I was seventeen
I knew nothin' 'bout love, she knew everything
But I sat down beside her on a front porch swing
And wondered what
I don't want to lose our time here
I want to get this done
If you really like me
Can you tell me I'm the one
Twenty thirty-eight baby
I'm here for
In the shadow of her trunk
Tracing grooves along her side
Heaven bless this tree, which hovers
Above his body, near to mine
One hundred thirty
up an ounce on my platinum car
C-note, the bell I'm superstar
Who serve this champagne and cham'
Thirty one floors let me get that hip
Six inch
it's heart got in the way.
Dear doctor howard
Come down from your tower
And join me for lunch at the ¡°y¡±.
Although you're thirty
I still think you're
the third, fifteenth through the thirty-first
Thirty-one, third, big three in my dirty squirt
Burnin' shirt, me and Nick speed, here, you heard it first
Don't worry what I spend just
Forget about the cost
[Chorus]
Thirty one ford with a flat head
Merc
Channelled too low I'm a real gone
Jerk
Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees
Audemars, bust it down, thirty, I bust it down
Niggas won't lower the pounds
You vouching for clowns, you
motto was like "Fuck a bitch"
By time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list
I don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with
Bad Bunny life (ooh)
Printin' out money like Money Heist (ooh)
Thirty-one degrees with a ton of ice (ooh)
Life's too short to apologize
Na, na,
You go spooky in a band
Son, I'm thirty
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is
(what?)
Drop a four, not a two, in the big blue
Switch it up, drop a check on a new coupe (let's get it)
Leave you thirty, I whip a birdy (whip)
I wake
before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
Before I walk up out this door, I gotta grab that thirty-eight
Young nigga on some project shit, harder
There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt
I'm thirty-one, still don't know how to take care of myself
Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt
Leave
off
Finessing the plug
Because I couldn't get meds off
Glock spit thirty-one shots and I sped off
All that fake shit
Stop it
See what I want
You know
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