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Thirty3 Video (MV)




Performed By: J.Wingo
Length: 2:47
Written by: Jeremy Wingo




J.Wingo - Thirty3 Lyrics




Welcome to Mi Casa where smooth shit conquers
Gator to ya chest like the polo of LaCosta
F*ck a Lock Ness I can tell you bout a monster
I vision over bodies nigga ahh real monsters
Yes sir - this is where the bosses leasion
We here to ball harder Vince Carter from the baseline
California Flight got my eyes lookn asian
Been cracking since the 80s make me feel like Ronald Reagan
Presidential Threshold
Thinking to myself how much gold can my chest hold
I Kerri Washington and she just wanna scan-del
Headed down south I pull strings like a banjo
Got Rose Royce dreams mama say I do the most
So I bought a Quiji board til I pull up in that ghost
Bought it at a cemetary I can get a nigga burried
I got old school shooter Ray Allen ya Steph Curry

The energy of my Soliloquy make em wanna listen nigga
If they want them bars well Imma spit a prison nigga
On my 33rd I feel like Scottie Pippen nigga
On my 33rd I'm way past dripping nigga

I'm way past drip'n nigga

Master P baby you know I got the hook up
Real like I'm fishing make fishers put the hooks up
Flow so sharp candyman put the hook up
Smoking on Peter Pan no way to captain hook us
I'm big mac - double cheese me in a hurry
Too much candy in ya cream will leave ya ass Mc Flurry
Up jumps the boogie my Magoo is looking Timbaland
Here to raise racket it's another day at wimbleton
More high notes bank teller Minnie Ripperton
So my grind kick harder than Lu Lang Timberlands
Milwaukee flight - Cold Night - just right
Been copp'n wit cop lights my whole life
I got drive left a bow tie at the crash site
Hustla I sale a blind man a flash light
No way to connect with us - you niccas barely next to us
You can catch these hands evenly I feeling ambidextrous
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Welcome to Mi Casa where smooth shit conquers
Gator to ya chest like the polo of LaCosta
F*ck a Lock Ness I can tell you bout a monster
I vision over bodies nigga ahh real monsters
Yes sir - this is where the bosses leasion
We here to ball harder Vince Carter from the baseline
California Flight got my eyes lookn asian
Been cracking since the 80s make me feel like Ronald Reagan
Presidential Threshold
Thinking to myself how much gold can my chest hold
I Kerri Washington and she just wanna scan-del
Headed down south I pull strings like a banjo
Got Rose Royce dreams mama say I do the most
So I bought a Quiji board til I pull up in that ghost
Bought it at a cemetary I can get a nigga burried
I got old school shooter Ray Allen ya Steph Curry

The energy of my Soliloquy make em wanna listen nigga
If they want them bars well Imma spit a prison nigga
On my 33rd I feel like Scottie Pippen nigga
On my 33rd I'm way past dripping nigga

I'm way past drip'n nigga

Master P baby you know I got the hook up
Real like I'm fishing make fishers put the hooks up
Flow so sharp candyman put the hook up
Smoking on Peter Pan no way to captain hook us
I'm big mac - double cheese me in a hurry
Too much candy in ya cream will leave ya ass Mc Flurry
Up jumps the boogie my Magoo is looking Timbaland
Here to raise racket it's another day at wimbleton
More high notes bank teller Minnie Ripperton
So my grind kick harder than Lu Lang Timberlands
Milwaukee flight - Cold Night - just right
Been copp'n wit cop lights my whole life
I got drive left a bow tie at the crash site
Hustla I sale a blind man a flash light
No way to connect with us - you niccas barely next to us
You can catch these hands evenly I feeling ambidextrous
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Writer: Jeremy Wingo
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