Lyrics:
wait
I am always awake
All of your days I'm walking home with you
My body bruised and broken down
Precious blood spilled on the ground
I paid for your
Get on up now
Get on up
Get on up now
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get
caught a felony
We coulda bin locked up for life, paid off the deputy
It's members only, bitch, we run the game, can't take no penalties
The business
a gigolo
As life goes on without me
Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playing
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Every
in L.A.
And if the price was right, he'd surely
Take your life away
[Chorus:]
Wanted, dead or alive, blood for money, money
Assault, homicide,
a job in L.A.
And if the price was right, he'd surely
Take your life away
Wanted, wanted
[Chorus]
Wanted, dead or alive, blood for money, money
Still remember all my ns on the block
Pistolvania that’s where we come from
We don’t need no guns, no moe’
We paid for it we paid for it
We ain’t never
lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind
Moving upstairs, downtown
Life's too short to be hanging around
She's eighteen and it's time she
Gave up Your life for me
Went to the grave for me
To set me free
You love delivered me
Gave me the victory
I now have liberty
Hallelujah
Vs 2 repeated
the price(price)
Hard to chose what's the time(time)
Time to lose my life
Paid up (up) for time
Wake up (up) nice try
Felling no pain I'm enter the game
Yeah i'm
a gigolo
As life goes on without me
Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playing
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Every
a gigolo
As life goes on without me
Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playing
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Every
Get paid
Pocket full of lint, hollows in the clip
I been robbin' since a kid gettin' paid
Dollars for the rent, get changed for the change
Ay,
Coat check girl up in Happyland
Has a violent row with a Cuban man
Julio leaves in a drunken rage -
Comes back with the gasoline
The club has no
paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid)
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could
Please Mr. President, say it isn't so
I don't have to sell my Cadillac that I just paid for
I talk to Mr. Getty and I talk to Standard Oil
They
Don't miss this jet hoe
Don't miss this jet hoe
Don't miss this jet hoe
Don't miss this jet hoe
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life
He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransom
In the heart
He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransom
In the heart
debt
And raised this life up from the dead)5x
well praise the one who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead
Jesus
You are the one
got paid with the gad and the beeper
Just a young thug tryin' to make it
Visualize me in ghetto in these fools tryin' to break me
Kill me for my
had my ups, my downs, I paid my dues
Earned my stripes
But nothing compares to the love
I have for you, have for you
I ain't gon' lie baby, this life
what we'd like to tell ourselves
But no, it wasn't that way
So she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
And she paid with her life
For
That deep down get you paid
And it tastes like lemonade
Scrunch your face when you see me paid
I be sippin' on haterade
That deep down get you paid
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