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Payola

by Roddie Flacco

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Ever since I came up now I’m balling she calling confessing her feelings Back then she treat me like I was average, but I’m not like these niggas I cut extra shit out the picture That’s when my racks start getting bigger Lately i can’t tell if love real or fake so therefor I cannot fuck with none of these niggas Lately I rather get money roll up me wood and get lifted Lately I been on my shit for come up I can’t let em blurry the vision Idk why they against it I keep it cool cuz I’m crippin Play wit them racks like I went pro in tennis I doubled my profit and stacked to the ceiling Racks on the way can’t sleep I jump right off the porch And went straight to the streets You ain’t gotta lie keep it p Know some killas gone slide up for me Payola so everything come with a fee Imma tax I can’t let nothing go for the cheap From the C but my cup dirty like triple d I been juggin all day in a payola tee Pull up in tesla I’m rolling up lettuce Keep bags of that pressure It turned to a fetish Got drip and persona A natural finesser I been wit the shit I’m a nigga from texas First I got a new whip Then I bought a new crib For my momma to live in the hills. I had a plans Cuz I wanted them bands Had stick to the shit I was deep in the field. She wanna fuck cuz I’m handsome I make her bust like handgun She just got back from atlanta. Now she in the h For the dollas she dancing Trap open till we in a mansion We jugging but won’t serve a random I flip the work like a samsung Wok and tech doubled mix in a fanta Racks on the way can’t sleep I jump right off the porch And went straight to the streets You ain’t gotta lie keep it p Know some killas gone slide up for me Payola so everything come with a fee Imma tax I can’t let nothing go for the cheap From the C but my cup dirty like triple d I been juggin all day in a payola tee On my way to bank Tryna stay out the way Now it’s only blue cheese in the safe As a youngin I had to go get it I stuck to the vision I been making plays A bank is the only thing That imma chase Just to get rich All the risks I will take You need to work out Cuz yo name don’t hold weight Drop a load imma get it gone all in one day I’m seeing clarity Vvs Ghost ride the whip In a gt I got a pint And i pour up to sip Now my body on cruise Like a pt Stayed on my grind For a minute believe me And niggas still asking for freebies I get the extra on extras like e t Drop some new shit They gone put it on repeat Racks on the way can’t sleep I jump right off the porch And went straight to the streets You ain’t gotta lie keep it p Know some killas gone slide up for me Payola so everything come with a fee Imma tax I can’t let nothing go for the cheap From the C but my cup dirty like triple d I been juggin all day in a payola tee

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