Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Ayeee
I got 30 up on me! Nigga don't you call me homie
Cause I never call you homie, where I'm from aye
I got 30 up on me, nigga actin like they know me
So I gotta bring the 30 when I come aye
I got 30 up on me aye! aye
I got 30 up on me
This flow so dangerous
Nigga choke it up and then strangle it
In fact cut cane wit it
Rock it up and serve the game with it
And never let lame get it
You can ask your broad who the best that did it
Nigga want wreck? You kidding
No sweat! They spinning
Let the TEC get the grinning
Hit him in the chest you could feel it
And the block so cold and the hoes so cold
But a nigga right there just chilling
Got get it top billing
Got get it to the ceiling
Got get another mill in
All for the love the children
J Nics - 30up Lyrics
J Nics - 30up Lyrics
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Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Ayeee
I got 30 up on me! Nigga don't you call me homie
Cause I never call you homie, where I'm from aye
I got 30 up on me, nigga actin like they know me
So I gotta bring the 30 when I come aye
I got 30 up on me aye! aye
I got 30 up on me
This flow so dangerous
Nigga choke it up and then strangle it
In fact cut cane wit it
Rock it up and serve the game with it
And never let lame get it
You can ask your broad who the best that did it
Nigga want wreck? You kidding
No sweat! They spinning
Let the TEC get the grinning
Hit him in the chest you could feel it
And the block so cold and the hoes so cold
But a nigga right there just chilling
Got get it top billing
Got get it to the ceiling
Got get another mill in
All for the love the children
I got 30 up on me! Nigga don't you call me homie
Cause I never call you homie, where I'm from aye
I got 30 up on me, nigga actin like they know me
So I gotta bring the 30 when I come aye
I got 30 up on me aye! aye
I got 30 up on me
This flow so dangerous
Nigga choke it up and then strangle it
In fact cut cane wit it
Rock it up and serve the game with it
And never let lame get it
You can ask your broad who the best that did it
Nigga want wreck? You kidding
No sweat! They spinning
Let the TEC get the grinning
Hit him in the chest you could feel it
And the block so cold and the hoes so cold
But a nigga right there just chilling
Got get it top billing
Got get it to the ceiling
Got get another mill in
All for the love the children
Writer: JUSTIN NICHOLAS
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