sunny valentine – fuck u pay me lyrics
ridin to the hood
yea, i got that good
in the back of the ‘lac and this
f-ck you, pay me
a hot 16 if you kno what i mean
just holla at my guys kno me
f-ck you, pay me
to my hoes in the club
if they aint showin luv
put ya finga in his face and tell em
f-ck you, pay me
if you all about them dollas
then let me hear you holla
candy paint the impala n-gg-
f-ck you, pay me
verse 1:
they call me laffy taffy
this aint no bubble gum
i’m a real n-gg-
and this a trap song
if your girl choose
let her do her thing
said that on another song
and aint sh-t changed
when you peep the swag
tell me what you see
grade a hustla
certified g
and yea i joc
get’s all the honey’s
playboy bunnies, murda mummies
those the ones you get the money
yeah i kno you see it
and if u choose the hate
then pimpin so be it
joc of all trades
101 different hustle
just to get paid
i love you lady face
so when you kiss her
how i taste
did i strike nerve
oops my bad
gon kick back
roll a bag
take a drag
and if she show me luv
then pimp she aint yearns
oh, what yo as n-gg-
let it burn
ridin to the hood
yea, i got that good
in the back of the ‘lac and this
f-ck you, pay me
a hot 16 if you kno what i mean
just holla at my guys kno me
f-ck you, pay me
to my hoes in the club
if they aint showin luv
put ya finga in his face and tell em
f-ck you, pay me
if you all about them dollas
then let me hear you holla
candy paint the impala n-gg-
f-ck you, pay me
verse 2:
what it do lil n-gg-
i’m tryna get paid
watch sunny hit the set
in his new escalade
i got it made
plasma screen in my car
and i’m jammin on some screw
purple drink in my jar m-16
f-ck the law and them hatas
us northside n-gg-s rock black
like the raiders
got pounds at my b-tch crib
always countin stacks
only i kno where she live
aint no gettin jack
at the club acting baad
neva had a daad
pourin out liquor for my lil n-gg- chad
fake f-ck n-gg-z get dealt with quick
d-mn something stink
sunny v he the sh-t
commity thats the clique
f-ck you, pay me we rich
over the sky in helicopters
baby we rich
i wish a n-gg- would
yea its all good
i got gators in the pool
in the middle of the hood
ridin to the hood
yea, i got that good
in the back of the ‘lac and this
f-ck you, pay me
a hot 16 if you kno what i mean
just holla at my guys kno me
f-ck you, pay me
to my hoes in the club
if they aint showin luv
put ya finga in his face and tell em
f-ck you, pay me
if you all about them dollas
then let me hear you holla
candy paint the impala n-gg-
f-ck you, pay me
verse 3:
brand new j’s on my feet
what these p-ssy n-gg-s
think they kno bout me
mister isty meige
i’m cold wit a fever
my mind complex
baby gurl i might leave you
with your eye contact
hit my sweet two times
p-ss i puff thrax
gurl we some wise guys
me and joc on the track
sunny v he the sauce
hit the block just to floss
got an 87 flee 7 coats
extra gloss lookin mean
one the scene so clean
i’m a kill em
it’s a new epidemic
bird flu, i’m a kill em
wipe yo feet on my flo mats
i’m talkin picture perfect moments
made for kodak
all that bullsh-t gotta stop
betta kno that i bought a mini 14 throwback
u can hit me on my phone
and if i dont answer
i’m proly somewhere
stickin d-ck in a dancer
ridin to the hood
yea, i got that good
in the back of the ‘lac and this
f-ck you, pay me
a hot 16 if you kno what i mean
just holla at my guys kno me
f-ck you, pay me
to my hoes in the club
if they aint showin luv
put ya finga in his face and tell em
f-ck you, pay me
if you all about them dollas
then let me hear you holla
candy paint the impala n-gg-
f-ck you, pay me
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