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30 FLOORS UP
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Ryan Trey
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[Intro] Press play Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh [Chorus] I just wanna fuck her on the balcony Thirty floors up but her heart still beatin' rapidly We you hear the beep-beep and skrrt-skrrt from the highway A milliion dollar pad, ten cars in the driveway Open up yours eyes, babe, let me introduce to this real shit You ain't gotta have hands but you gon' feel this Lend a nigga your heart, and let me show you what I do with it Set myself apart, so them other niggas she threw with them [Verse 1] Yes, you know the difference, she in love with my swimmin' She wanna fuck my spillage, so I did her like a bird Got her toes lookin' pigeon, she do magic with that wock, yeah My lil' baby gifted, open them legs like a gift on Christmas Lay back and let me lick it Baby, don't fuck your future up with feelings from the past tense (Ooh-ooh) Is you gon' be a liability, a fuck up or an asset? (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Fly my lil' bitch to Cali or Colombia to get her ass did (Ooh-ooh) Bad bitch don't do nothin' but model (Ooh-ooh-ooh) She into fashion [Chorus] I just wanna fuck her on the balcony Thirty floors up but her heart still beatin' rapidly We you hear the beep-beep and skrrt-skrrt from the highway A milliion dollar pad, ten cars in the driveway Open up yours eyes, babe, let me introduce to this real shit You ain't gotta have hands but you gon' feel this Lend a nigga your heart, and let me show you what I do with it Set myself apart, so them other niggas she threw with them [Verse 2] I don't like to waste my breath, please, just listen on the first time Ones who want Birkins over business, yeah, that be the worst kind I just wanna build a new you, yeah, out of the old you Feel like niggas just be talkin', but baby, I'ma show you I'ma put you right up in your bag like they were supposed to (Ooh-ooh) Fuck me all on camera, don't worry, I'll never expose you (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Pick out any car you want, we snatch it out the showroom (Ooh-ooh) Put baguettes all on her AP, and on her ears and on her throat too (Ooh-ooh-ooh) [Chorus] I just wanna fuck her on the balcony Thirty floors up but her heart still beatin' rapidly We you hear the beep-beep and skrrt-skrrt from the highway A milliion dollar pad, ten cars in the driveway Open up yours eyes, babe, let me introduce to this real shit You ain't gotta have hands but you gon' feel this Lend a nigga your heart, and let me show you what I do with it Set myself apart, so them other niggas she threw with them [Outro] Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
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