Lyrics:
meadowlark
Ooh Mister Meadowlark we're gathered here to witness this momentous event
Hmm, this is a charming little park
Yeah, paid for by the city
My
Pretty, paid
Pretty, paid
Pretty, paid
Pretty, paid
(Outro)
I had to make this bitch here for all my real trap bitches
My real hood, real get money
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
of state
It’s get paid the movie an we all got pape nigga
Why I’m always fly CAUSE IM PAID
Why everybody mad CAUSE IM PAID
Why I’m overseas CAUSE IM PAID
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
all gonna drop
You don't even get, paid a whole lot
So take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock!
Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock!
Lookin for
Take trips and that's that, real rap
I let her get high if she want and she feel that
Convertible drop feel, '87, the top peeled back
Yeah, uh-huh,
rooted) okay, I get it
I know what they thinkin' we some
I'm rooted, boy I thought you knew it
Tell you where we been by
Show you how we do it
Yeah, it
Intro
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...
Verse One
Hey Yo doctor, here's
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
the real bosses passed bills in city hall
Legislate the law for the homies cookin' raw
The razor blades, rocks get chopped on fine china
My blocks
to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Sometimes I'm real like Pac
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
alright with me
So come on over
And run this train with me
We get her pissy drunk
And roll a dutch and blow some trees
But anticipate this
The girl is
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking
Yo, fuck federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan
on vacation for six days
Six four in a six tray, six fives
What the lick say?
We took chances to get paid
We hit the club and change i got the call
I was ready
Yeah real life
Birthdays was the worst day's now we
Sip champagne when we thirsty
And pour it on the models
Ima buy another bottle
Momma told me "go
so I
Get paid
Make 10 bands
A week
Up in the D
Right where
The lions play
Play by play
I run it up
The middle
Call me D’Andre
Swift
paid and that's on the real
Broke on the smoke, and you know how I feel
I miss the real gangstas and that's on the wheel
Got blacked up while chasing
alcohol, go get me a new soda
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
all wanna swallow
Doggy Doggfather
I do it to you real hard then it gets harder
It's Nada thang on mine, bang on mine
I smoke an ounce and bounce
On the road to riches still ain’t seen commissions now
Pain a part of me I keep it in my system now
Chopped them out the frame and now they get
the paper, that's just the bottom line
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
I can't think! It's
gets me goin' now
Never sell, never sold
Live by the code now
Never tell, never told
Darts I throw
Like Clyde with the finger roll
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