Lyrics: JAY-Z "30 SOMETHING" (0/1)

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30 Something

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You ain't got enough stamps in your passport

You ain't got enough stamps in your

To *** with Young HO, international

passport to fuck with young H-O

Show young boys how to do this thing

International ... uugh ...

The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, check me out

show ya young boys how to do this thing

30's the new 20, ***, I'm so hot still

the maturation of Jay-Z Z

Better broad, better automobile

check me out

Bet a yard, bet a hundred mil

Then by the song's end, I'll probably start another trend

30's the new 20 nigga I'm so hot still

better broad better au-to-mo-bile

I know ev'ry thing you wan' do

bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill

I did all that by the age of twenty one

then by the songs end I probably start another trend

By twenty two, I had that brand new Ac' Coupe

I know everything you wan do

I guess you could say that my legend just begun

I did all that by the age of 21

by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe

I'm young enough to know the right car to buy

I guess you can say that my legend just begun

Yet grown enough not to put rims on it

I'm, young enough to know the right

I got that six-deuce with curtains, so you can't see me

car to buy yet grown enough not to

And I didn't even have to put tints on it

put rims on it

I got that six-duce with curtains so

I don't got the bright watch, I got the right watch

you can't see me and I didn't even

I don't buy out the bar, I bought the nightspot

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 night spot

I got the right stock

I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops

I ... got ... stockbrokers that's

movin' it like white tops

I know you like, “*** this is child abuse

I know you like fuck, this is child abuse

Call DYFS”, I must just be gettin' nicer

call diapers, I might just be gettin' nicer

You young boys ain't ready fa' real

them young boys ain't ready for real

30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still

30's the new 20 niggia I'm so hot still

I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a ***

[Chorus]

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck

I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

I used to play the block like that

I use to play the block like that (like that)

I used to carry knots like that

I use to carry knots like that (like that)

Now I got Black cards, good credit and such

now I got black cards, good credit and such

Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up

bae boy, cuz I'm all grown up

30's the new 20, *** I'm on fire still

30's the new 20 nigga, I'm on fire still

These young boys is like fire drills

these young boys is like a fire drills (uugh)

False alarms, the next don

false alarms (uugh)

He ain't got it, on to the next one

next don? (naah)

heen got- (on)

I'm still here, still here like Mike

to the next one (Young)

Gotta stop playin' with these children

I'm 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'n

don't let the patten leather shoes

I got the fully in the tux

fool you young'n, I got the fully

in the tux

That was my past, now I'm so grown up

that was my past now I'm so grown up

I don't got one gun on me

I don't got one gun army, got a slum army

Gotta a sum on me to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry

to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry

And I'll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly listenin' to R&B

and I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly

listen to R&B when we get the call he's

When we get the call, he's no longer wit us

no longer wit' us fire your babysitters

Fire your babysitters

you lil' fucks fall back for real

You little *** fall back fa' real

30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still

30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still

[Chorus]

I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a ***

I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that)

I used to wear my hoodie like that

pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that)

Pile deep in a hooptie like that

now I got black cards, good credit and such

Now I got Black cards, good credit and such

bae boy, cuz I'm all grown up

Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up

Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day

Y'all roll *** I smoke Cubans all day

yall young'ns chase, I'm Patron and it's Grey

Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron and it's great

I like South Beach but I'm in San Tropez

I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez

yall drink Dom but not Rose' (hey)

Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé

your chick shop in the mall

my chick burnin' down Berdolph's

Your chick shop at the mall

comin' back with Birken Bags

My chick burn it down Bergdorf's

your chick is like what type of purse is that?

Comin' back with Birkin bags

I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch

Your chick is like, "What type of purse is that?"

you from the era where snitchin' is the shit

I'm afraid of the future (why?)

I'm from the era where *** don't snitch

yall respect the one who got shot

You from the era where snitchin' is the ***

I respect the shooter

I'm afraid of the future

yall go to parties to ice grill

Y'all respect the one who got shot, I respect the shooter

Y'all go to parties to ice grill

I go to parties to party with nice girls

Young boys gotta chill

you young boys gotta chill

30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still

30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still

I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a ***

[Chorus]

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck

I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

Baby boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

Yeah, we used to ball like that

yeah we use to ball like that (like that)

Now we own the ball team, holla back

now we on the ball team, halla back (holla back)

Now I got Black cards, good credit and such

now I got black cards, good credit and such

Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up

bae boy, cuz I'm all grown up

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