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You ain´t got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O International ... uugh ... show ya young boys how to do this thing the maturation of Jay-Z Z check me out 30´s the new 20 nigga I´m so hot still better broad better au-to-mo-bile bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill then by the songs end I probably 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 Ack Coupe I guess you can say that my legend 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 six-duce 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 night spot 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 diapers, I might just be gettin´ nicer them young boys ain´t ready for real 30´s the new 20 niggia I´m so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin´ a fuck bae 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 use to play the block like that (like that) I use to carry knots like that (like that) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cuz I´m all grown up 30´s the new 20 nigga, I´m on fire still these young boys is like a fire drills (uugh) false alarms (uugh) next don? (naah) heen got- (on) to the next one (Young) 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 patten leather shoes fool you young´n, I got the fully in the tux that was my past now I´m so grown up I don´t got one gun army, got a slum army to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry and I´ll be somewhere under palm trees calmly listen to R&B when we get the call he´s no longer wit´ us fire your babysitters you lil´ fucks fall back for real 30´s the new 20 nigga, I´m so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin´ a fuck bae 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 use to wear my hoodie like that (like that) pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cuz I´m all grown up Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day yall young´ns chase, I´m Patron and it´s Grey I like South Beach but I´m in San Tropez yall drink Dom but not Rose´ (hey) your chick shop in the mall my chick burnin´ down Berdolph´s comin´ back with Birken Bags your chick is like what type of purse is that? I´m from the era where niggas don´t snitch you from the era where snitchin´ is the shit I´m afraid of the future (why?) yall respect the one who got shot I respect the shooter yall go to parties to ice grill I go to parties to party with nice girls you young boys gotta chill 30´s the new 20 nigga, I´m so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givin´ a fuck bae 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 use to ball like that (like that) now we on the ball team, halla back (holla back) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cuz I´m all grown up

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