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3030 Video (MV)




Performed By: b ä k e r.
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Shaquan Baker




b ä k e r. - 3030 Lyrics




One one, thirty thirty
One over one like thirty thirty
I turned thirty on the thirtieth, I'm flirty flirty
Brick city, born and raised, I'm from dirty jersey
One one, thirty thirty
One over one like thirty thirty
I turned thirty on the thirtieth, I'm flirty flirty
Brick city, born and raised, I'm from dirty jersey

Got a baddie on my line, she so curvy curvy
Squeeze a lemon in water like I got scurvy scurvy
3030 Vision; my shit blurry blurry
But I'm here to make decisions, don't worry worry (Yeah, yeah)
None of you niggas can spit off the top like Baker, Shaquan
You just be grillin, I just be chillin 'cause I ain't got time
I can't shake your hand, my back, you snaking behind
Can't even break bread with you, you be eating the swine

Woo Hop, Midnight; gotta get the asparagus
All these niggas toting triggers, they don't even compare to us
I'm a newark, jersey nigga, with some ties to your area
If my mouth got the smoke, I spit fire like chariot (ah)

One one, thirty thirty
Y'all must not have heard me heard me
I'm so sick with it, like a herpe herpe
Gettin' fit with it, like a burpee burpee (yeah)

Y2K Classic, I got Furby's on me
All your raps bologna, no, they're cured pastrami
I'm so 3030, all the childishness behind me
(Psyche, I'm just playin') I need my baba, mommy

I done pause my diorama just to show a 'lil bit
Got the flow a 'lil bit, Tic-Tac-Toe in this bitch
I don't need to lose anymore in this bitch
Charge the chi up, like watching a chia grow a 'lil bit
Niggas thought I was sick, I had to blow a 'lil bit
No white pony, you not the homie, you hoe-in this trick
Sorry to expose your flows, while I explode the switch
Like a circuit, I irked it, reversed it, slow in this bitch

One one, twenty twenty
Aint shit, funny funny
Tight rhythms, bunny bunny
One One, twenty twenty
One one, thirty thirty
One over one like thirty thirty
I turned thirty on the thirtieth, I'm flirty flirty
Brick city, born and raised, I'm from dirty jersey

(Yeah, yeah, whoa whoa)
Said a One one, thirty thirty
Brick city, I'm from Dirty Jersey
I gota baddie on my line, curvy curvy
Squeeze a lemon lime, scurvy scurvy
3030 vision, yeah my shit is blurry blurry
But I'm here to make decisions don't worry worry
(Yeah)
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English

One one, thirty thirty
One over one like thirty thirty
I turned thirty on the thirtieth, I'm flirty flirty
Brick city, born and raised, I'm from dirty jersey
One one, thirty thirty
One over one like thirty thirty
I turned thirty on the thirtieth, I'm flirty flirty
Brick city, born and raised, I'm from dirty jersey

Got a baddie on my line, she so curvy curvy
Squeeze a lemon in water like I got scurvy scurvy
3030 Vision; my shit blurry blurry
But I'm here to make decisions, don't worry worry (Yeah, yeah)
None of you niggas can spit off the top like Baker, Shaquan
You just be grillin, I just be chillin 'cause I ain't got time
I can't shake your hand, my back, you snaking behind
Can't even break bread with you, you be eating the swine

Woo Hop, Midnight; gotta get the asparagus
All these niggas toting triggers, they don't even compare to us
I'm a newark, jersey nigga, with some ties to your area
If my mouth got the smoke, I spit fire like chariot (ah)

One one, thirty thirty
Y'all must not have heard me heard me
I'm so sick with it, like a herpe herpe
Gettin' fit with it, like a burpee burpee (yeah)

Y2K Classic, I got Furby's on me
All your raps bologna, no, they're cured pastrami
I'm so 3030, all the childishness behind me
(Psyche, I'm just playin') I need my baba, mommy

I done pause my diorama just to show a 'lil bit
Got the flow a 'lil bit, Tic-Tac-Toe in this bitch
I don't need to lose anymore in this bitch
Charge the chi up, like watching a chia grow a 'lil bit
Niggas thought I was sick, I had to blow a 'lil bit
No white pony, you not the homie, you hoe-in this trick
Sorry to expose your flows, while I explode the switch
Like a circuit, I irked it, reversed it, slow in this bitch

One one, twenty twenty
Aint shit, funny funny
Tight rhythms, bunny bunny
One One, twenty twenty
One one, thirty thirty
One over one like thirty thirty
I turned thirty on the thirtieth, I'm flirty flirty
Brick city, born and raised, I'm from dirty jersey

(Yeah, yeah, whoa whoa)
Said a One one, thirty thirty
Brick city, I'm from Dirty Jersey
I gota baddie on my line, curvy curvy
Squeeze a lemon lime, scurvy scurvy
3030 vision, yeah my shit is blurry blurry
But I'm here to make decisions don't worry worry
(Yeah)
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Writer: Shaquan Baker
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