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Lyrics
[Verse]
Thirty-ate problems, but dinner ain’t one
Table full of dreams, plates weighed a ton
Counting up the crumbs, now we feast on the run
Hunger in my eyes, moonlight kissin' the sun
Diamonds in my teeth, they sparkle with spite
Whispers in the dark, shadows wanna fight
Got a recipe for winning, cooking up the night
Baking all this heat, oven door shut tight
[Prechorus]
Chasing the bag, not chasing a man
Quick with the wrist, whip pots like a plan
[Chorus]
Thirty-ate, thirty-ate, stack it on my plate
Thirty-ate, thirty-ate, I don't hesitate
Keep it hot, keep it raw, serve it fresh, never late
Thirty-ate, thirty-ate, this is my estate
[Verse 2]
Threw the weight off my back, now my wingspan wide
Draped in my own vibe, couture certified
They tried to box me in, I redesigned the tide
Waves crash heavy, but I still collide
Golden on my aura, syrup sweet drip
Walk into the fire, never lose my grip
Mirror talk sharp, “Girl, you too equipped”
Flipping every doubt, stackin' every chip
Details
GeneratedNov 24, 2025
Duration1:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
melodic synth layers, trap-pop, pop, female vocals, punchy 808s, rap
Credits
Prompt by
Saltgirl123
Saltgirl123ModelAria v5
Prompt
Thirty-ate
Trap, Pop, catchy beat & course, female
