30K Lyrics – Dirtydeedsforcheap

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Thirty thousand dollars my jeans b!tch
Leave that b!tch on seen bih
She can’t get a ring ye
Dirty deeds for cheap ye
Flex
King crimson
That b!tch suck more than the pistons
Tom brady, white line
Fu*k a b!tch right now
Pu*sy pull yo bank out
Pop it just like bane ya
Pop it just like bane ya
Pop it just like bane ya
Fu*k about a b!tch we not giving range up
I spent thirty thousand dollars on some chains yuh
I mean three hundred k on my chains yuh
This not the sixties b!tch but you still get hanged up
You still work a nine to five?
N!gga get a raise bruh
Im a corporate ceo take yo paycut
Fu*k about a b!tch?
Fu*k about a fu*king ?
If she enter the house s*it
She has to just shutup
Scar-h tucked away in my fu*king trunk
Fu*k about a b!tch?
Im not off them fu*king pills
Four point one gpa
I couldve went to yale
She like dirty deeds you so rich
Yea oh yea
I could never drop a album
I dont fu*k with grail
They want all my methods
I could never tell em
I need a car for a drive-by
Call up lester

Huh?
This is real life n!gga not no game
I pull up with the choppa then you can get hanged
I dont fu*k with cops?
Na I dont fu*k with n!ggas
I dont fu*k with n!ggas like the triple k
Yuh
Its too much blang she said get diamonds out my face
Yuh
I put that on december that I made a k yuh
Pushing horsepower
Muscle muscle muscle huh
These hoes too confusing
I dont wanna solve puzzle yuh
Scar-h left that pu*sy boy confuzzled yuh
N!gga talking s*it on ig
Eat the muzzle up