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I?m young enough to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that 6-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, ?Fuck!?
This is child abuse, call DYFS
I might just be getting nicer
You young boys ain?t ready fa?real
30?s the new 20, nigga, I?m so hot still!
Ha, that was my past, now I?m so grown up I don?t got one gun on me
Got a sum on me to hire a gun army get you spun like laundry
And I?ll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly
Listening to R&B
When we get the call he?s no longer with us, fire your babysitters
You lil fucks fall back fa?real
30?s the new 20, nigga, I?m so hot still!
Ya?ll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Ya?ll young?uns chase, I?m Patron' it straight
I like South Beach but I?m in St. Tropez
Ya?ll drink Dom, but not Rose?
Hey
Ya chick shop at the mall
My chick burning down Bergdorf?s
Coming back with Birkin bags
Ya chick is like, ?What type of purse is that??
I?m from the era when niggas don?t snitch
You from the era where snitching is the chic
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 I?m so hot still!
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