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30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport

To *** with Young HO, international

Show young boys how to do this thing

The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, check me out

30's the new 20, ***, I'm so hot still

Better broad, better automobile

Bet a yard, bet a hundred mil

Then by the song's end, I'll probably start another trend

I know ev'ry thing you wan' 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-deuce 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, “*** this is child abuse

Call DYFS”, I must just be gettin' nicer

You young boys ain't ready fa' real

30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still

I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a ***

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

I used to play the block like that

I used to carry knots like that

Now I got Black cards, good credit and such

Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up

30's the new 20, *** I'm on fire still

These young boys is like fire drills

False alarms, the next don

He ain't got it, on to the next one

I'm still here, still here like Mike

Gotta stop playin' with these children

I'm a bully with the bucks

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 you 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 your babysitters

You little *** fall back fa' real

30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still

I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a ***

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

I used to wear my hoodie like that

Pile deep in a hooptie like that

Now I got Black cards, good credit and such

Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up

Y'all roll *** I smoke Cubans all day

Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron and it's great

I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez

Y'all drink Dom but not Ros

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