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Jay-Z » 30 Something
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	You ain’t got enough stamps on your passport to fuck with Young H.O. International, uh… Show young boys how to do this thing The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, ha Check me out... 30’s the new 20, nigga, I’m so hot still Uh Better broad, better automobile Uh Better yard now, bet a hundred mil’ That by the song’s end I’ll prolly start another trend I know everything you wan do I did all that by the age of 21 By 22 I had that brand new Ag Coupe I guess you could say that my living just begun 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 DIFAS 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! I used to let my pants sag, not givin’ a fuck Baby boy, now I’m all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck Baby boy, now I’m all grown up I used to play the block like dat (like dat) I used to carry knots like dat (like dat) Now I got Black Cards, good credit and such Baby boy, cause I’m all grown up Ha! 30’s the new 20, nigga, I’m on fire still These young boys is like fire drills Uh False alarms Uh The next don? Nah, he ain’t got it On to the next one Young still here Yeah Still here like Mike Gotta stop playin’ with these childrens, yeah I’m a bully with the bucks Don’t let the patent leather shoes fool you young’un I got the fully in the tux 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! I used to let my pants sag, not givin’ a fuck Baby boy, now I’m all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck Baby boy, now I’m all grown up I used to wear my hoody like dat (like dat) Five deep in the hoopty like dat (like dat) Now I got Black Cards, good credit and such Baby boy, cause I’m all grown up Ha! Ya’ll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Ya’ll young’uns chase, I’m (????) (Patron' and it's trade?) 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 shit 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! I used to let my pants sag, not givin’ a fuck Baby boy, now I’m all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck Baby boy, now I’m all grown up Yeah, we used to ball like dat (like dat) Now we own the ball team, holla back (holla back!) Now I got Black Cards, good credit and such Baby boy, cause I’m all grown up Ha!
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