jay eazy – 30 days lyrics
[chorus]
30 racks that’s a curry bag in like 30 days
for the breesha your b+tch sliding home and you know she safe
how i went from new york to la like i’m obj
how i turn this lesbian b+tch on if she solely g+y
[verse 1]
shorty gave me top in some yeezy 700’s (700’s)
no i ain’t her opp, when she sees me yeah she bust it (bust it)
she said jay what are we? i said baby change the subject (change it)
cause if you can’t be vibey with me, i don’t even want it
my mommy and sisters tatted on me so they with me wherever i go
i’ll drop a bag on any of them bеfore i drop a bag on any of these hoе. (for real)
respectfully, people that used to be haters commending me, y’all really funny, y’all really be sending me, making assumptions about me get off my d+ck
i do the work everyday, it took me missing out but now i’m taking these trips
whether through music or drugs, people will come to jay because they needed a fix
when i be getting off that’s when your shorty stop moving her hips and give me her lips. when you be getting off it be from work and you come home to her breath and it smelling like d+ck
[chorus]
30 racks that’s a curry bag in like 30 days
for the breesha your b+tch sliding home and you know she safe
how i went from new york to la like i’m obj
how i turn this lesbian b+tch on if she solely g+y
[verse 2]
repeat after me, “in jay we trust.” (repeat)
went from stress, packing blunts, now i’m packing stadiums. (packing)
repeat after me, “in jay we trust.” (repeat)
went from being dubbed and now i’m in her labiums
uh, some sh+t. got me feeling like travis when he do an adlib
uh, it’s lit. imma identify with christ shout out my baptist
uh, it’s lit. i’m bouta catch me a flight to puerto rico, google translating my way in to getting some p+ssy i don’t even got to use lingo
i got a couple of thotties in santa domingo, i hit and they calling me gringo
been in the league since 19′ bussing a double move i feel like i’m deebo
i got a ego i’m sorry i’m really obsessive with turning my ford to a rari
y’all wanna be in the party but ain’t wanna f+ck with me before i was a somebody
[chorus]
30 racks that’s a curry bag in like 30 days
for the breesha your b+tch sliding home and you know she safe
how i went from new york to la like i’m obj
how i turn this lesbian b+tch on if she solely g+y
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