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lirik lagu young & paid – baby jamo

[intro]
(haha, haha, hey, hey, hey hold on [?])
(hey tall wall)
(hey turn me up 6ix, hey turn me up)
hey ark, on ahk n*gga, on roach you know how this sh*t go man
hey tall wall, d*mn

[chorus]
she want to f*ck with me ’cause she know that i’m paid
i don’t f*ck with a b*tch that’s on minimum wage
what you make in a week i can make in a day
and i’m sliding that c8 just like a strafe
might go under armour might trap out balenci’
got a lot of dior sh—
got a lot of dior sh*t [?]
and i trap in amiri i could run up a fifty
she want to f*ck with me ’cause she know that i’m paid
i don’t f*ck with a b*tch that’s on minimum wage
what you make in a week i can make in a day
and i’m sliding that c8 just like a strafe
might go under armour might trap out balenci’
got a lot of dior sh—
got a lot of dior sh*t [?]
and i trap in amiri i could run up a fifty

[verse 1]
when i’m getting them loads, that sh*t like cosco
posted it right, that sh*t gotta go
i’ll sell you this sh*t that’ll f*ck up your nose
we back in the spot and we cracking a toast
might slide out [?] might slide out lax
we catching them bags, we getting ’em back
i don’t sell no grams i don’t sell no [?] but if i’m f*cked up i’ll sell you a quack
and shoutout to coop he gone get this sh*t off
and shoutout to [?] working his dog
i be giving ’em law i ain’t worried ’bout law
they get behind us and you know we gon’ dog ’em
i’m playing my mirrors and gripping that—
i’m playing my mirrors and gripping that blatt
might pick up that drac’ ’cause i’m riding with that
and i’m swerving the city in something fat
i’m swerving the city in something that blow
i’m up 37th or i’m up on the blow
shoutout to [?] got rich on them loads
[?] i be trashing these hoes
my phone keep ringing this sh*t jhi dance
[?] a 41 cartier this sh*t jhi dance
need a bust down q with a bust down pendant
we gon’ spend all this sh*t let’s see who winning
[chorus]
she want to f*ck with me ’cause she know that i’m paid
i don’t f*ck with a b*tch that’s on minimum wage
what you make in a week i can make in a day
and i’m sliding that c8 just like a strafe
might go under armour might trap out balenci’
got a lot of dior sh—
got a lot of dior sh*t [?]
and i trap in amiri i could run up a fifty
she want to f*ck with me ’cause she know that i’m paid
i don’t f*ck with a b*tch that’s on minimum wage
what you make in a week i can make in a day
and i’m sliding that c8 just like a strafe
might go under armour might trap out balenci’
got a lot of dior sh—
got a lot of dior sh*t [?]
and i trap in amiri i could run up a fifty

[verse 2]
a lil’ light fifty i could run up a ticket
i could run up a fifty off serving them diddies
we ain’t talking ’bout opps ’cause sh*t done got wicked
i want my opps to go get richer
and i’m keeping it shhh i stand on business
don’t speak on the beef when i get around b*tches
n*ggas know tall he gon’ be the suspect not no f*cking victim
i’m f*cking with k!llers i’m f*cking with robbers i’m f*cking with robbers i’m f*cking with drag gods
[?] take a b*tch up on a date whole time it’s alias smoke with her baby father
taking b*tches out to [?] know them b*tches love it
all they tryna do is go and get a drink and tryna f*ck me
try to [?] on tall you know i ain’t sweet
i be paying for sh*t and pressing delete
i’m clutching that blatt and i’m clutching that micro n*gga [?]
we take sh*t to the [?] like the nuggets do a full sweep (hey wall)
tall up in that car we shoot at nuggets, not no f*cking knees (bah bah)
[chorus]
she want to f*ck with me ’cause she know that i’m paid
i don’t f*ck with a b*tch that’s on minimum wage
what you make in a week i can make in a day
and i’m sliding that c8 just like a strafe
might go under armour might trap out balenci’
got a lot of dior sh—
got a lot of dior sh*t [?]
and i trap in amiri i could run up a fifty
she want to f*ck with me ’cause she know that i’m paid
i don’t f*ck with a b*tch that’s on minimum wage
what you make in a week i can make in a day
and i’m sliding that c8 just like a strafe
might go under armour might trap out balenci’
got a lot of dior sh—
got a lot of dior sh*t [?]
and i trap in amiri i could run up a fifty

[outro]
(long live whites, uh)
([?] get [?], uh)
(long live reek and buggs, we gon’ spin out the city, on ahk)
(man, stop playing with tall man)

- baby jamo

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