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30 Something

Track byJAY-Z

547
11
  • 2006.01.01
  • 4:13
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You aint got enough stamps in ya passport to fuck with Young H-O International uhh Show young boys how to do this thing The maturation of Jay-Z-Z heh Check me out 30's the new 20 nigga I'm so HOT STILL Better broad, better automobile (Uhh) Bet a yard (Naw) Bet a hundred mil Then by the songs end I'll probably start another trend I know ev'ry thing you wann' do I did all that by the age of twenty-one By twenty-two I had that brand new Ac' coupe I guess you could say that my LEGEND just begun I'm Young enough to know the right car to buy Yet grown enough not to put rims on it I got that six-duece with curtains so you can't see me And I didn't even have to put tints on it I don't got the bright watch I got the right watch I don't buy out the bar I bought the nightspot I got the right stock I got Stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops I know you like FUCK this is child abuse Call DYFS I must just be getting nicer YOU young boys ain't ready fa' real 30's the new 20 nigga I'm so HOT STILL I used to let my pants sag not givin' a fuck Baby boy now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot put crome on the truck Baby boy now I'm all grown up I used to play the block like dat (like dat) I used to carry knots like dat (like dat) Now I got Black cards good credit and such Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up 30's the new 20 nigga I'm on fire still These young boys is like a fire drills (Uhh) False alarms (Uhh) the next don (Naw) He ain't got it (Uhh) on to the next one (Young) Still here (Yeah) still here like Mike Gotta stop playin' with these children (Chea) I'm a bully with the bucks (boots) Don't let the patent leather shoes fool you young'n I got the fully in the tux That was my past now I'm so grown up I don't got one gun ON ME Gotta a sum army to hire a gun army get ya spun like laundry And I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly listenin' to R & B When we get the call he's no longer wit' us fire ya babysitters You little fucks fall back fa' real 30's the new 20 nigga I'm so ho-stile I used to let my pants sag not givin' a fuck Baby boy now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot put crome on the truck Baby boy now I'm all grown up I used to wear my hoodie like that (like that) Pile deep in a hooptie like that (like that) Now I got Black cards good credit and such Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up Ya'll roll blunts I smoke Cubans all day Ya'll youngin's chase I'm Patron an' it's great I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez Ya'll drink Dom but not Roseacute (hey) Ya chick shop at the mall My chick burn it down Bergdorf's Comin' back with Birkin bags Ya chick is like What type of purse is that I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch You from the era where snitchin' is the shit I'm afraid of the future (why) Ya'll respect the one who got shot I respect the shooter Ya'll go to parties to ice grill I go to parties to party with nice girls Young boys gotta chill 30's the new 20 nigga, Im so HOT STILL I used to let my pants sag not givin' a fuck Baby boy now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put crome on the truck Baby boy now I'm all grown up Ya, we used to ball like that (like that) Now we own the ball team holla back (holla back) Now I got Black cards good credit and such Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up

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