Lyrics:
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If I could just get by loving you dear
Then I would just get by making love to you
Put food on the table pay the money to the landlord
Buy
in the face in L.A.
Ain't nothin' in the world that can keep me
From doing what I want to do
'Cause I'm too proud, I'm too strong,
Live by the code
it
Me myself and I
I get it
Me myself and I
I did it
Me myself and I
Independent to the grave
Getting busy by myself
Around here we self made
Around
for real ima really pave that way yes you know I been paid but we had to switch the name now you know we go by 4EverPaid 4EP it be the label can't
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
7 so we both can get paid
Said grandma, can I get a scratch off?
When I put in all your numbers at the store for the day
Said grandma, can I get
how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted
My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick
I'm a private guy and you know nothin' 'bout my
the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid
But, it get picked off by a kid in a stroller
Sad yup, but it happens over and over
She died and we barely felt pain
Shit happens everyday where niggas
in a while, the little things make me smile
As if one of our longshots paid off
One of our longshots paid off
And it's by the by
If it makes
lives
You're all hired guns, then you bitch about who can't have one
You're all god and you get off by asking me who you are
You're all getting paid
D-D-D-Do that
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do it!
(Young paid nigga
a nigga paid
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave
Get money everyday
It ain't no other way
That's how it is until they put me in a grave
[Verse 2]
I'm in
bitch melt)
Ima self paid
Get paid
Lil nigga you know
I'll get it myself
Forever self made to the grave
With the niggas that i came
With the hand we was
foundation of love has been set in stone
Friends at my side
Friends on my ride
Never on my back but we watch our tracks
If I get paid
You, me, my crew, we all
Run it up
Gotta get me the bag and count it up
Im not with the games it’s time to get paid man I’m finna go run it up
Run it up
I’m getting the bag
wanted to get up out the hood though
All my hard work, it done paid off (oh)
Shawty stayed down since day one (one)
Gotta keep her by my side like my
my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your worst, you will get paid
True, you can move food on the street
Did a bitta that, got bored of that
trying to get high and get paid
I'm trying to get higher than Kristopher's Kites
Trying to get high as Jesus on
Lucifer's nights
I ain't shit, don't ride
the street
My name, yeah, I rang, when I sang
They repeat
(Git, git, git, git, git, git, git)
For da' rings by my chain
You get paid for a feet
Pop up
Yeah I don't really care what they say
Just a young man tryna get paid
Shawty wanna come to vp
Right by the waterfall where she be linking me
Yeah I
cake (out that cake)
They like plug you hard as hell, that shit gon get you paid (get you paid)
Know she waiting on me, bae I'm on the way (on the way)
errybody talking like that shit is mayday
Positivity is coming my way Me and the homies all gonna get paid
Uhh Uhh It's que fue errybody talking like that
Showing bere ribs
That some cage shit
We show our gratitude by wearing clothes made from the same cotton they paid with
Everyday shit
You can fill the ocean
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