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big yaya - 2 30s lyrics

[intro]
(two+thirty, baby, won’t you meet me by the bean?)
(too early, maybe later you can show me things)
(you know what it is whenever i visit)
(windy city, she blowin’ me kisses, no)
ya
(thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight)
(will i see you at the show tonight?)
ya
(will i see you at the show tonight?)
brrrrr
(yo yo meen, play that sh+t)

[hook]
i just popped two thirties (yididas)
we ridin’ around with two thirties (grruh, grruh, grruh, grruh)
when i wake up, grinch bright and early
why you named ashley, [?] shirley (you shirley temple)
took all the wock out the town, i gotta hit jersey
vvs water, got your b+tch thirsty (skrr, skrr)
no check on the d’s cause they can’t search me
all these baby bottles like i’m in a nursery
her brain good, b+tch go to māthā university (māthā)
have thirteen hunnid, you can get a verse from me (i got you)
if it ain’t ’bout money, please don’t converse with me (no)
when straight to god, ain’t make it to emergency (grruh, grruh, grruh, grruh, grruh)
[verse]
er, she from the hood but the ass from dr (dr)
cartier frames, yeah you boys can’t see y’all
run the beamer up, bought a nissan (skrr, skrr)
she ain’t drop the māthā, tell her be gone (bye+bye)
buying codeine only thing i lean on (only thing)
[?] i had to throw the beam on (grruh, grruh)
māthā too good, i nutted told her keep going (keep going)
tried to tuck the clip, but it keep showing (f+ck)
i can’t stay in some plain pants, got rick owens (rick)
i was down bad, i didn’t see noone
life like dice, take an l i’ma keep rolling
beatin’ up the pack, now my pockets swollen (f+ck)
had a white girl, called her lindsay lohan
we been slimin’ since nickolodeon
move like the mob, with thirty in my cardigan (grruh, grruh, grruh)
sixteen, and the trap fiend was my guardian
i was in the crack house, you was out partyin’ (partyin’)
can we make up [?], one day she start again (why)
poppin’ l’s, make you feel like it’s hard to win

[outro]
like god, why you ain’t make it hard to sin
why you ain’t make it hard to sin, like
(too early, maybe later you can show me things)
why you ain’t make it, easy to get money
(windy city, she blowin’ me kisses, no)
(thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight)
know i ain’t supposed to question you, forgive me god
(will i see you at the show tonight?)
(yo yo meen, yo yo meen)

- big yaya lyrics

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