V Don – 30 for 30 Lyrics
Artist: V Don
Song: 30 for 30
Yeah shoes rube, attitude i was all past curfew, cops killed another black man this sh#t like the worst news it was corona last week
We actually deep, 9 outta 15 n#gg#s packin’ heat, wrote any o’ yo’ names be obsolete, absolutely up sold top dog n#gg#s know it’s me (it’s him lord!)
Bald heads like jodeci, map loaded it was overseas a n#gg# say take their mask off like the covid they leavin’
Bow to the east (bow to the east!), you bound to get feast on ahead a flea b#tch she was a fridge on, rip the pawn, chop your hand off with the apron on! (chop it off, n#gg#!)
Date on a rival ambulance had a late response (too too too too!) when the first shot got paid for gone (ch-ching!), n#gg#s is servin’ packs, to keep their cable on! (shit!)
Just cuz u made it rite don’t make it wrong!!!!!! (huh?), yeah, n#gg# i’m the king of this sh#t like genghis khan, some time to c#nt to make my p#n#s soft! shittin’ me!
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch…., big, smoke this sh#t or i smoke y’all n#gg#s, hahaha, yeah, shot, yeah, shot, yo, all aboard i was really on tour for cannoli course, leave it to one heard that the world is yours, i was really out in county makin’ all the calls (oh sh#t)
And i got me hawks when it hurt that i heard that he shots yo’ dome, told the n#gg# that i get paid for droppin’ poems, they would told me i would porch when the chopper’s gone (skrrrt!)
Naw, but i earned it, whole plate out ain’t no tourniquet (no), burn the spliff up but it ain’t expensive, pay some when i’m gettin’ pancin’
Love a b#tch that pay attention, tension from them other ones, youngin said they reduced these so we went and pulled us some other guns (grr!)
Fonts o’ grease, f#cked her on the yacht out in miami beach (ah), take you what your teachers couldn’t, even proof them ain’t sh#t important
I swear you shouldn’t play with nothin’, we associate with, even if i brought cake i promise i couldn’t shape the b#tch, i swerved out in the latest whip, (no you see me n#gg#), no f#ckin’ know, stop f#ckin’ playin’, man, stylin’, n#gg#, yeah, ha, ha
Ping ping ping ping ping ping… the nice life, you know the vibes!
n#gg#s out pickin’ nine and left teeth marks behind, bad footers sippin’ juice, i ain’t hard to find
Nightmares of don diva covers, ops tryna put me under covers, too many 69s in deep cover (it’s facts!)
I don’t care who we under, i ain’t jackin’ it (naw), bandanna capital jacket on the yacht, orange ruffy fishin’
You ain’t look prayer but broke like scottie pippen (haha!), five hunned a foot is how we pick it!
Balenciaga track shoes on the amtrak, makin’ power moves, f#ck flowers, hand me 40 acres in the mule
Somewhere in a small town king of pressure, time to shut ’em all down, i want the daughter, of diana ross, love the way her eyes closed when i show her the scammers in the floors (right right right right!)
R.i.p. pop smoke (r.i.p.), linked with the bloods in the low (bueno), no blickies no folks (right, right), designer we tote, she lacks too, cash rules everything around me c.r.e.a.m
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Release Year: 2020