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16 - 30 recordz lyrics

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[intro:]
thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty
mannn, whatchu n*ggas on
i’m in the studio
and shorty keep calling me
fr, this b*tch trippin’
swear to god

[hook:]
got one for the money, got two or the gold
got three got the b*tches who play me on the low
got four the cars, got five for the bros
got six for the likes, got seven for the show

got eight for the shawties who give me the throat
times two for the rappers who think i’m a choke
do the math on you n*ggas who be thinking i’m a joke
got sixteen b*tches that be blowing up my phone

[verse 1:]
bad little b*tch, we be kissing (bad)
kick it at the crib we chillin (chillin)
k!lling that kitty like a villain (yea)
got a boyfriеnd, you know i be winning (uh)

all these girls in thеy feelings (what)
on the road, it’s the kid they be missin’ (yea)
made a movie, but i’m not filming (nah)
got love for al my women (yea)
people looking at me like a stranger (stranger)
ice be dripping like a glacier (ice)
not a shy boy, now a player (nah)
shawty make it clap for some paper (cash

got the mindset of a soldier (yea)
baby say she the gun to my holster boom)
jumping out the coupe, not a 4 door (skrt)
look at the foreign, you couldn’t afford it

woah
everybody really be hating, but we couldn’t be dating
but i run through your head like woah
baby, you be amazing, but i know you be taken
but you still be hitting my phone

you be hitting my line, because you loving the vibe
throw it back up on me yea real slow
you be diggin’ the essence, i know you a blessing
fell in love with scent of my cologne

[hook:]
got one for the money, got two or the gold
got three got the b*tches who play me on the low
got four the cars, got five for the bros
got six for the likes, got seven for the show
got eight for the shawties who give me the throat
times two for the rappers who think i’m a choke
do the math on you n*ggas who be thinking i’m a joke
got sixteen b*tches that be blowing up my phone

[verse 2:]
i’m just living like a icon (icon)
n*ggas be snakes, yea pythons (ssss)
pretty lil b*tch got my eyes on (yea)
she fell in love, when i put my ice on (ice)

diamonds be popping with the lights on (what)
she be looking bad, michael jackson (she bad)
let’s make a movie, no actin’ (nah)
you know i go crazy with the fashion (cray cray)

i just wanna count my m*th*f*ckin’ racks
she a boss b*tch, you know she be up in her bag
walk inside the louis store, she f*ck up all the tags
i just want my riches, you know i came from them rags

i told you i’m the illest, you say i’m the realest
f*cking with my n*ggas, lil foreign b*tch came from spain (foreign)
f*ckin up a bag, you know we popping tags
she hang round us, learning my slang (slang)
certified freak hoe, loves when she deep throats
i don’t s*x, just here the brain (yea)
one for the city, got two f*ckin’ with me
ask around shawty, everybody knows my name (thirty)

[hook:]
got one for the money, got two or the gold
got three got the b*tches who play me on the low
got four the cars, got five for the bros
got six for the likes, got seven for the show

got eight for the shawties who give me the throat
times two for the rappers who think i’m a choke
do the math on you n*ggas who be thinking i’m a joke
got sixteen b*tches that be blowing up my phone

- 30 recordz lyrics

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