lirik lagu we paid (tampa remix) – gitt cazz x arod pasto
aye when i got my first g i turnt dat into 3 i caint count it now
i came up off the street they caint count me out
plus i carry dat heat you and allah can meet if you really want beef we ca spark it out
in hea crackin dis sh*t wit my mudd brotha
i member crackin them p’z down the middle n servin them nicks 4 a lul come up
plottin on how i’m gon come out the streets wit a whole lotta cheese fa da whole summa
das in the past n*gga das wea i been toating that pak and it came wit a strap n i kept a tight circle don’t want no new frins
yea
b*tch i ain’t average now
i copped the keys to a 12 unit building
and stuff all my cheese in a bank account
used to be broke but i made me a way to get paid so you know that i’m ballin now
i buy dat louis n fеndi n prada gabbana it’s hard to pernounce it now
designеr be all in my closet now
(chorus)
first turnt n*ggas puttin on fa da bay
i come from nuttn i came a long way
no minimum wage my n*gga we straight
og told me turn 4 to a 8
get cracked like a vase no the block ain’t safe
yea i’m from tampa yea the home of the rays
buccaneer status we’ll run up in ya place
big fye spray a n*gga down like mace peep the occasion
this sh*t goin brazy it’s me and my family don’t want no new friends
armed like the navy
this sh*t ca get crazy
the streets really paid me
it don’t owe me shii
young turnt n*ggas puttin on fa the bay
i came from nothin i came a long way
yea yea
yea yea yea
we paid
(arod)
yea yea
yea yea yea we paid
(arod verse)
i get dem loads by the 2 like a twin
my shooter keep sticks we gone knock off your limb
we not one of them we step on them shrimps
soo i get da pack i break down to zips
all black coupe when we making them trips
designer the kicks alexwayne drip like a fish
put no brains on the whip and i dip
put them bands on the road like a tour
i’m f*ckin your wh0re i know she want more
i’m dripping on n*ggas it came from my pours
i got the sh*t on lock like a door
.762 we gon shoot till it’s sore
i’m dripping dior
real streets n*gga had to sleep on the floor
poppin these percs i’m on 3 in a row
p*ssy ass n*ggas you know how we rocking
keep kush in my pockets
in yo know i keep the rocket
straight from the jungle i ain’t talking jumanji
if you ain’t talking bout the money you ain’t saying nuthin
use trap on the block and it’s hot like oven
still hit your block wit k’s like a russian
soon the work touchdown ion touch it
i’m servin yo mama auntie and cousin
lirik lagu lainnya :
- kumpulan lirik lagu burak kut › lirik lagu gel – burak kut
- kumpulan lirik lagu ysy a › lirik lagu en la trampa* – ysy a
- kumpulan lirik lagu bandanabloom › lirik lagu homebound – bandanabloom
- kumpulan lirik lagu eva eastwood the major keys › lirik lagu everybody’s gone & done it – eva eastwood & the major keys
- kumpulan lirik lagu lil vultrglovk › lirik lagu bed rock bedrock – lil vultrglovk
- kumpulan lirik lagu plinofficial › lirik lagu priceless – plinofficial
- kumpulan lirik lagu cloudi ita › lirik lagu bombay lemon – cloudì (ita)
- kumpulan lirik lagu j cole bas 6lack › lirik lagu l e t . g o . m y . h a n d – j. cole, bas & 6lack
- kumpulan lirik lagu mighty oaks › lirik lagu deadman’s island – mighty oaks
- kumpulan lirik lagu joe simon › lirik lagu music in my bones – joe simon