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30 below - fire octagon lyrics

[intro: fire octagon]
30 below, all of my diamonds they 30 below
30 below, all of my diamonds they, what? aye!
30 below, 30 below, all of my, mm, wait
aye, yuh
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye!

[hook: fire octagon]
my diamonds be frozen like 30 below (ice)
my backwood exotic you already know
i walk into yves saint laurent and i blow
blow, blow, blow, blow

50 racks, hunnid racks, i got some mo’ (cash)
pull up to the club wit’ 10 racks and i throw
got fiji water in my hand, like fasho
but i got me some wocky so i’m ’boutta pour
and i get 60 thousand when i do a show
if it ain’t bout the guap, get the f*ck out my phone
and they know they can’t stop me from takin’ they hoe
and i’m takin’ that b*tch, and i’m bendin’ her ovеr, d*mn!
[verse 1: fire octagon]
i’m with your b*tch in a rover (skrt)
witness this sh*t like jеhovah, (skr*skrr)
and i got the green in my pack like a clover
i got so much paper, i might need a folder
you talkin’ that sh*t, but for real, you a poser
man i rock this sh*t, but i ain’t talkin’ boulder
i’m gettin’ more knowledge as i’m gettin’ older
the streets made my heart go from warmer to colder
i got so much glizzys, you’d think i’m a soldier
i talked to my neck and he said i feel golder
my backwood so strong, man i feel like i’m floatin’
got ice on my wrist, drippin’ on me like boatin’
i keep pushin’ forward, i feel like a motor
send shots like a mortar, comodo like dragons
yo b*tch in my wagon, and i’m off the drank, and
her panties be saggin’, man you rappin’ slow
how the f*ck you be laggin’?
how the f*ck you be laggin’?
and i got designer all up in my baggage
yo b*tch on my line cause she want in my package
yea, yea

[verse 2: fire octagon]
hop in that p*ssy, i’m doin’ my damage
i’m gettin’ manic, my b*tch above average
you givin’ me bands, now you talkin’ my language
i go bar for bar, man this sh*t not a challenge
i’m tellin’ you, my sh*t too cold, need a jacket
i get me a grammy and i’m ’boutta hang it
i know i can’t hang it or frame it, it’s too wide
if i run up on you, i’m askin’ your shoe size
all of you new guys, passin’ you two times
i got a mini cooper for the new ride
i want yo bittie, scoop her just for tonight
do you even f*ck her? that p*ssy was too tight
too tight, you mine, do what i do!
blue eyes, new type, to what i do!
new ride, who might shoot at your crew?
two lines, new ice, who got the flu?

[verse 3: tumer beets]
my diamonds is frozen like 30 below
my diamonds, they glisten, they shine on the floor
moving through b*tches like goodbye, h*llo
not drinkin’ lean but i sip arizona
my flow is so sick i ain’t talkin’ corona
b*tch every day got a different persona
fryin’ yo ass like an egg, easy over
i got me a mini, i don’t need a rover

you take an l like a bracket
arc’y all up on my jacket
and that’s a fact b*tch
she hit my b*lls like a racket
drinkin fiji, microplastics
my flow it come automatic
your b*tch she givin’ me knowledge, scholastic
so many bands i run out of elastics
goin to staples to buy more elastics
i just be* ahhh, f*ck!
[hook: fire octagon]
my diamonds be frozen like 30 below (ice)
my backwood exotic you already know
i walk into yves saint laurent and i blow
blow, blow, blow

[verse 4: fire octagon]
i got starbuds on my shirt, uhh
imma pop you like a perc, uhh
you know i came out the ‘burbs
and i’m fly just like a bird, whatcha heard?
i’m off the lean so i talk with a slur
don’t f*ck wit beans, but i’m poppin’ a perc
and my life ain’t free, so i’m droppin’ the work
ain’t goin’ cheap when i’m shoppin’ for her
sippin’ the lean got the wock and the purp
i’m witcho b, and we talk, and we flirt
when she wit’ me, give me noggin’ for sure, d*mn!

- fire octagon lyrics

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