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dshmurd – price you pay lyrics

[verse 1: dshmurd]
this sh+t bumpin’ loud as f+ck
fillin’ up my solo cup
yeah you know what the f+ck is up
we don’t f+ck around
so move the dough take off a pound
i need something for right now
f+ck the money i can always sell my stash for half a thou’
money is the problem but it makes her world go round
always feelin’ down b+tch at least i got my sound
i don’t need to climb no ladder f+ck the glasses they gon’ shatter
they ain’t built for all your cappers
time to start another chapter
fendi prada sachi all this sh+t yeah ain’t go matter
i just wanna live my life
ain’t gon’ live behind a camera
that’t the facts and where the staxx
are they hidin’ b+tch i’m hungry
man this sh+t ain’t f+ckin’ funny
i need food inside my tummy (yuh)

[chorus: dshmurd]
fill it up
fill it up
ain’t no saint b+tch all the samе
all this pain it ain’t gon’ change
this your life this ain’t a game
what a motha f+ckin’ shamе
you a lame
you don’t care about n0body but yourself and that’s a price you f+ckin’ pay
[verse 2: dshmurd]
ain’t got nothing else to gain
what the f+ck you even saying
you don’t understand the cost
from the looks you’re getting lost
only you know if you want it
shootin’ rounds they super sonic
semi+auto you ain’t matic
rip the 30 let em’ have it ( let em’ motha f+ckin have it, sh+t)

[verse 3: dshmurd]
cuz you a judger not a lover
you would rather see them suffer
hidin’ straight behind a rubber
f+ck the money it don’t matter
i just want the f+ckin’ platter
take my homies up the ladder
cuz i know they ain’t gon’ shatter
they some real ones ain’t no cappers
they some motha f+ckin’ trappers
hit the party pop a halfer
don’t remember sh+t right after
chug the 40 down it faster
down to pop another halfer
sell the drugs and make some dough
we gon’ spend that sh+t right after
now my pockets looking fatter
spend that sh+t it ain’t gon’ matter (it ain’t gon’ matter, yeah b+tch motha f+cka ain’t gon’ matter)
[chorus: dshmurd]
fill it up
fill it up
ain’t no saint b+tch all the same
all this pain it ain’t gon’ change
this your life this ain’t a game
what a motha f+ckin’ shame
you a lame
you don’t care about n0body but yourself and that’s a price you f+ckin’ pay (f+ckin’ pay yuh, yeah motha f+cka that’s the price you f+ckin’ pay, ain’t got nothin else to gain you the same and these f+ckin’ b+tches always say they lame)

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