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30 Dead
2,401
Hip-Hop/Rap
30 Dead was released on March 2, 2022 by TF Circle Entertainment as a part of the album 30 Dead - Single
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Release DateMarch 2, 2022
LabelTF Circle Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Godfather
The Godfather
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Avery
Daniel Avery
Songwriter

Lyrics

Man
You know what the fuck going on, ****
You know we charged the fuck-up
Pass me that dead ass ****
Got a dub on me, tryna fuck it up
In the club, got these freaky hoes grabbing on my nuts
Another 30 Boy dead, that's like thirty **** touched
I got thirty in the fin for whoever running up
Keep on thinking you gon' kill me, try your luck
I been in the hood lately putting opps inside a blunt
When it's on the floor, we gon' ride the striker for a month
We'll pull up on a ****, throw his ass in the trunk
Yeah, I ran this shit up, **** can't fuck with me
Chopper bullet grazed him in the face, gave him a buck-fifty (Like a razor)
Just got a call your mans dead, you bettеr come quickly
In the store, mе and Meek, racing to the giffys
Just popped an E pill, got me activated
If you want me at your show, you gon' have to pay me
Put his dumb ass to sleep how I rock the baby
This a turn-around, bitch, feeling like I'm 80s
I'm a Bronx **** who be killing opp ****
Hundred round shots with me, I do this for Dots, ****
Forever Paid, we sell bows when the crops in
I had to take this bitch head because her top different
Ride around with Glock switches
You know his ass dead when he not twitching
Run down, pop pistols
It's a foul on the play, been blew the whistle
Fifty rounds to his face, we pressing the issue
She asked me, do I love her? Baby, just a little
I'ma use her for her name just to get a rental
Ain't no playing both sides, we gon' still kill them
Just poured a pint yesterday and I still feel it
I don't feel ****, I just want a million ticket
Spend it with my real ****, sweating, feel the pill kick ing
The way I spin a Track hawk, I'm tryna drop the engine
If he snitch, we gon' spin until we drop the witness
Bust the watch down, water like Pacific
I be drinking Wock in fours when I'm about to sip it
I be stuffing pills in hoes when I'm about to ship it
Gotta fold all of the clothes before we zip them up
I'ma keep on hoeing all the opps because I don't give a fuck
That **** in the ground, go and dig him up
Got these **** mad at me, they wanna kill each other
Four five bullet big as hell, thicker than peanut butter
You don't think I'm stepping, ****, just wait until we see each other
I got this gangster shit, ****, from my mother
Love my **** East way, brother from another
Heard they're lining **** up, they sliding with cutters
Fake rapper, ****, I'm the one that come and touch you
Call Boom with the drop, they know I'ma come shoot
Riding hellcats in winter because we up stupid
My lil' bitch from the Raq always call me goofy
Hate a bitch that be capping about that coochie
Let's put this shit on camera, let's make a movie
Got the drill in the party, dancing with my toolie
We got murder on our mind, me and two P's
You know what the fuck going on, ****
I know he miss his brothers, we sent his ass home with them
Face shot, he couldn't take them to the dome, ****
Thirty **** in the casket, a thirty-man shipment
Written by: Daniel Avery
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