Lyrics:
cocaine
Just a reminder for those who forgot
A nigga got paid slangin rocks
Bring on the magaziney people who ban, I won't duck 'em
They ain't never
Summer vibe
Looking for a summer vibe
I paid my dues
Got nothing to prove
Laying on the dock
Just talking to you
Summer vibe
Looking for a summer vibe
I'm
holdin' a grudge is like
Lettin' somebody just live inside of your head rent free
Real talk, I don't got time to evict these clowns
Y'all niggas been
arguin', like, "What kind of doctor can we fly in?"
You know the best medicine go to people that's paid
If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
And all
Ooh, you must got the nerve
Ooh, you must got the nerve
Hop in the 'rari and swerve
Kick a broad bitch to the curb
I'm gettin' paid like the first
confession
I mean I might press the button
Just so you know my discretion
I'm guardin' my feelings
I know that you feel it
You sabotage my community, makin'
it, you've got it
Years ago
I was an angry young man
And I'd pretend
That I was a billboard
Standing tall
By the side of the road
I fell in
it, you've got it
Years ago
I was an angry young man
I'd pretend
That I was a billboard
Standing tall
By the side of the road
I fell in love
Need a daddy so badly
They rally for a racist rapist
W a fake orange face lift
Gun-thumpin bible owners
Can't shoot or pray away Corona
By time the time
Figured out what my purpose is
Public enemy number 1 for the govt
Middle finger to the government
They don't make sense like Jada's entanglement
Just
the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug
Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud
With my steel,
Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front
of beer.
So I workin real hard and not gettin' paid
And I'm sick of this life and I gotta get a break
And I just cant get by anymore.
I've been real
chill and just blaze, get laid, get paid little nigga get paid
Just blaze, get laid, get paid little nigga get paid
How smokers ain’t got no lighters
You
nature
Looking for some magic, I'll take ya
So sit back, relax and let me lick ya
I was raised by 2LiveCrew, so just imagine what I do
If you got into
high, let's get paid
Let's get high, let's get paid
We smoke by the pound, bloods by the eighth
Put your face down to the ground
Bad bitch, she gon' get
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
or is it Versace?
You got me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of saki, copy (chaa)
All you ladies in here, I am sharing wood (chaa)
I just, wanna
Jazz, Scratch, Bango and Cutmaster Quick
I've worked hard and long to master this trade
And to quote my other song yo, I'm just out to get paid
So sleep
up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Got stopped at the mall the other day, heard a call from the other way
That I just came from, some nigga was sayin'
man yeah
I'm not ashamed of
I'm a bad man
My life's made me tough
I've stood on these blocks
More hood on these blocks
Got paid on these blocks
flip up a skirt
Or kill hurt, start today
Just say I got to get paid
Paid, paid
Working on the chain gang
Working downtown on Queen
I got to get paid
Saturday night, and I just got paid
Fool about my money, don't try to save
My heart says go, go, have a time
Cause it's Saturday night, and I'm
in these streets
Taught by these streets
Lived in these streets
Hustled in these streets
Arrested in these streets
Protected by these streets
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