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30 or 45 Video (MV)




Performed By: TJ Hookster
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Thomas Jordan




TJ Hookster - 30 or 45 Lyrics




What's up, Partna
What up, Mi-Boy
What you into
Shit, just for the zip through the city, know what I'm saying

What's good
Shit, I got that Bubonic plague, my nigga, shit
Damn, it's like that
Shit, yeah, it's just like that

Look, look, I'ma come through there
I'ma come by, give me about 30, 45 minutes
Cool, cool, do that, do that
All right, bet

Hey, yeah
I grip grain, switch lanes, might swerve
Pray road rage, don't go beyond words
Ain bout drama, so action deferred
Though me without the stick, actually absurd

Levitate, can not wait, to elevate, still my knees, they be scraped
From the meditate, hold up wait
Don't mind me I'm just a featherweight
HE softened heart, but still hard, like license plate

So keep my name off ya palate, never implicate
And we can keep it straight, like we on the interstate
Still bob and I weave, as I navigate
Through this thang called life, I accelerate

Not too fast, not too slow, but at any rate
On the road to success, never deviate
Boy, how this money seem to motivate
Working overtime, just to over compensate
Coastin'

Damn, What's poppin' B
What's up boy, what's good
Shiiid, just floating through the city
I'm at the One Stop, right now, what's the word
Ok, Ok, that's the move
We want me to jump on that thang

Shit, man, as soon as possible, bro
Well, I got some things to do later on so, as soon as possible
Damn, hey, what up when you ready in paper
I'll be there in about 30 45 minutes

All right, yo, what's up, homey
Diamonds on the wood, Still ridin' dirty
Two cell phones makin' sure they heard me
Styrofoam merky, Swisher so bright

No landing gear, Still takin' flight
Speed through the night like I just hit a lick
Mr. Hypnotize a bitch, with my swagger and stick
Quick, fast, faster than a hurry

Easy on the gas, cause the streets too curvy
Beat down the road let my woofers explode
Runnin' through block like I am in Beast Mode
All about money, come scan my barcode

Duckin' the laws and all they penal codes
Bumper to bumper in traffic, I jam
Don't need your digi, can eyeball a gram
Fly like an eagle, like I'm Cunningham

Don't even know me, but know who I am
Coastin'

I'm not wearing any panties
What
And I won't be wearing any when you get here
Oh, yeah

What time you coming over
Give me about 30, 45 minutes
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What's up, Partna
What up, Mi-Boy
What you into
Shit, just for the zip through the city, know what I'm saying

What's good
Shit, I got that Bubonic plague, my nigga, shit
Damn, it's like that
Shit, yeah, it's just like that

Look, look, I'ma come through there
I'ma come by, give me about 30, 45 minutes
Cool, cool, do that, do that
All right, bet

Hey, yeah
I grip grain, switch lanes, might swerve
Pray road rage, don't go beyond words
Ain bout drama, so action deferred
Though me without the stick, actually absurd

Levitate, can not wait, to elevate, still my knees, they be scraped
From the meditate, hold up wait
Don't mind me I'm just a featherweight
HE softened heart, but still hard, like license plate

So keep my name off ya palate, never implicate
And we can keep it straight, like we on the interstate
Still bob and I weave, as I navigate
Through this thang called life, I accelerate

Not too fast, not too slow, but at any rate
On the road to success, never deviate
Boy, how this money seem to motivate
Working overtime, just to over compensate
Coastin'

Damn, What's poppin' B
What's up boy, what's good
Shiiid, just floating through the city
I'm at the One Stop, right now, what's the word
Ok, Ok, that's the move
We want me to jump on that thang

Shit, man, as soon as possible, bro
Well, I got some things to do later on so, as soon as possible
Damn, hey, what up when you ready in paper
I'll be there in about 30 45 minutes

All right, yo, what's up, homey
Diamonds on the wood, Still ridin' dirty
Two cell phones makin' sure they heard me
Styrofoam merky, Swisher so bright

No landing gear, Still takin' flight
Speed through the night like I just hit a lick
Mr. Hypnotize a bitch, with my swagger and stick
Quick, fast, faster than a hurry

Easy on the gas, cause the streets too curvy
Beat down the road let my woofers explode
Runnin' through block like I am in Beast Mode
All about money, come scan my barcode

Duckin' the laws and all they penal codes
Bumper to bumper in traffic, I jam
Don't need your digi, can eyeball a gram
Fly like an eagle, like I'm Cunningham

Don't even know me, but know who I am
Coastin'

I'm not wearing any panties
What
And I won't be wearing any when you get here
Oh, yeah

What time you coming over
Give me about 30, 45 minutes
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Writer: Thomas Jordan
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