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30 For 40
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Yo Gotti
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Hitmaka I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’ I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’ Light that lil' sh*t up, f**k that lil' b*t*h up Light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up She eat the d**k up, no gag, no hiccup b*t*h swallow them babies, I dare you to spit up I came in with 40 on my wrist (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Walk into an orgy with your b*t*h (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put that Daytona on her wrist (Wrist) In that Tesla, I don’t even try to whip (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’ I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’ Steady sagging my pants but put on a belt I upgraded my chemistry (Upgraded my swag) I went and flooded my Rollie My diamonds baguettes now I’m gone to infinity (I’m gone to the max, on slime) I come straight from the gutter, who watch me go grow up they want get rid of me (yeah) I’ma stay with that burner the minute I up, I'ma bust it at everything 50 shots in the Glock in the back of the Bentley Quarter million McLaren they can’t say it’s rented Take a shot ain’t no running, return it and I send it She gon come to my to see how I’m livin’ She gone f**k on a n***a it’s worth every penny She gon try and do anything make sure I feel it She can say anything and I’m never gon listen I'm not giving her no money whenever I’m finish, no I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’ I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’ Light that lil' sh*t up, f**k that lil' b*t*h up Light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up She eat the d**k up, no gag, no hiccup b*t*h swallow them babies, I dare you to spit up I came in with 40 on my wrist (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Walk into an orgy with your b*t*h (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put that Daytona on her wrist (Wrist) In that Tesla, I don’t even try to whip (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got a hundred in the bag, another two for paper tag Damn, I hate to brag, but do I, love to make 'em mad It’s true I, gotta take my time, like Usa, got a different mind like 2Pac Baby, on her knees no tube sock, Baby, double D no tube top I call my lil' n***a 80 a two Block sh*t can get chilly you feel me now who Hot I’ve been the realist long before who pop I've been that n***a all I know you is not (Nah, for real) Me and my n***as we all that we got Ain’t the one to f**k around with, we not I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’ I got a 30 on that lil' 40, f**k with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, f**k all the talking we get to sparkin’ Light that lil' sh*t up, f**k that lil' b*t*h up Light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up She eat the d**k up, no gag, no hiccup b*t*h swallow them babies, I dare you to spit up
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