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Trey Songz - 30 For 40 Lyrics

[Intro]
Hitmaka

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, fuck with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, fuck all the talking we get to sparkin’
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, fuck with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, fuck all the talking we get to sparkin’
Light that lil' shit up, fuck that lil' bitch up
Light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up
She eat the dick up, no gag, no hiccup
Bitch swallow them babies, I dare you to spit up

[Refrain: Trey Songz]
I came in with 40 on my wrist (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Walk into an orgy with your bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put that Daytona on her wrist (Wrist)
In that Tesla, I don’t even try to whip (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, fuck with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, fuck all the talking we get to sparkin’
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, fuck with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, fuck all the talking we get to sparkin’

[Verse 1: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Steady sagging my pants but put on a belt
I upgraded my chemistry (Upgraded my swag)
I went and flooded my Rollie
My diamonds baguettes now I’m gone to infinity (I’m gone to the max, on slime)
I come straight from the gutter, who watch me go grow up they want get rid of me (yeah)
I’ma stay with that burner the minute I up, I'ma bust it at everything
50 shots in the Glock in the back of the Bentley
Quarter million McLaren they can’t say it’s rented
Take a shot ain’t no running, return it and I send it
She gon come to my to see how I’m livin’
She gone fuck on a nigga it’s worth every penny
She gon try and do anything make sure I feel it
She can say anything and I’m never gon listen
I'm not giving her no money whenever I’m finish, no
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, fuck with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, fuck all the talking we get to sparkin’
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, fuck with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, fuck all the talking we get to sparkin’
Light that lil' shit up, fuck that lil' bitch up
Light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up
She eat the dick up, no gag, no hiccup
Bitch swallow them babies, I dare you to spit up

[Refrain: Trey Songz]
I came in with 40 on my wrist (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Walk into an orgy with your bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put that Daytona on her wrist (Wrist)
In that Tesla, I don’t even try to whip (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Got a hundred in the bag, another two for paper tag
Damn, I hate to brag, but do I, love to make 'em mad
It’s true I, gotta take my time, like Usa, got a different mind like 2Pac
Baby, on her knees no tube sock, Baby, double D no tube top
I call my lil' nigga 80 a two Block
Shit can get chilly you feel me now who Hot
I’ve been the realist long before who pop
I've been that nigga all I know you is not (Nah, for real)
Me and my niggas we all that we got
Ain’t the one to fuck around with, we not
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, fuck with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, fuck all the talking we get to sparkin’
I got a 30 on that lil' 40, fuck with the gang, we go retarded, you not a boss, you just a target, fuck all the talking we get to sparkin’
Light that lil' shit up, fuck that lil' bitch up
Light your whole wrist up, pull up and pick up
She eat the dick up, no gag, no hiccup
Bitch swallow them babies, I dare you to spit up