Lyrics:
like payroll
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
She want Givenchy, Givenchy, Versace
Can't even afford it, still callin me papi
She looked at my wallet
Steady callin' my phone
I done told you before that it's over, leave me 'lone
Know it's hurtin' you to see me gone
Dark clouds, you gon' see me storm
I'll be gone by tomorrow
Steady callin' my phone (Brrt)
I done told you before that it's over, leave me 'lone
Know it's hurtin' you to see me gone
Dark
don't race lil broke ass bitch get out my face
Don't got time to play today might fuck a CEO today
I might (rahh rahh rahh rahh rahh) with my AK
Cut that
shit in my face
You niggas go 'head and face it
Lil' bitch, ain't shit 'bout me basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and went and iced out the bracelet
of the gate
Disciplinary on all my estate
Why so offended by food on my plate
When He comes back they be running away
All this arrogance has no relevance with
when we fuck on these hoes, make 'em gush
Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne at the Tootsie's
I fuck on your ho and she say that's my pussy
I wet paper
Yeah, the Hellcat feel like a nascar
Hope I don't fuck 'roun and crash out
Boy, I could walk in the boa
Call a teller by her name and then cash out
the wood?
Clarinet
Ima hot girl
Got em' by the alphabet
I keep a badd hoe
Woah
Hard out here for a pimp
Hustle flow
The money callin'
Gotta go
You thought it
stuttered then let out a roar
Whip all white mr clean, been in her mouth listerine
Hit when I dip history, callin my phone missin me
I only roll alone don't
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
take them up out the arena
Back and forth like Venus and Sirena
Seen her?.. (have you seen her?)
Ya know my M.O.
Are dot DiVoe, everything's a go, oh
Kool 'n' dre
(this)
Black game
(is)
Terror squad (i, I, I, I, i)
The remix
Gotta say my name
Weezy f. baby
(this is) weezy f. baby
Aka
want to go to hell though
I been out here hustling trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
little homies on the street know my name
They really think i’m soft i just never had to fight
Keep shittin on my name then it’s really on sight
All on my own with nobody by my side
Ion even
but, yo not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains to season up my name
We entertain for a mutual gain from close range
Steady aim, drum at your head
but, yo not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains to season up my name
We entertain for a mutual gain from close range
Steady aim, drum at your head
it's all right
And it ain't no use callin' out my name
Boy like you never did before
And it ain't no use callin' out my name
Babe
I can't hear it, I
Getting' my fingernails cleaned
And being braided by the finest bitches
Whateva the case you need to back up off my Benz
Keep my name out yo
(Nascar) , Then tell him, "Be afar"
Can't afford this name on my disclosure
(I can't)
I like to read these niggas, do my homework
(Essay)
They took my bro
Sometimes you question if anything's real
But you call the stars, you're callin' out my name
(You, you)
You are not alone
I watch over you
Won't let
the green
Bodies droppin', I send out the green
Free my niggas that's still in the can
Everything ain't as bad as it seems
Judge offered me juvenile life
was I?
I don't know, you wasn't there
Threw on the link Rolex watch and fresh gear
I grabbed my key, along with the cash flow
Shifted out the door
the nighttime
The gang, we come alive out the moonlight
We just some demons walkin' around past midnight
Follow me, follow me, follow me
These women be callin
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