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gitt cazz x arod pasto - we paid (tampa remix) lyrics

aye when i got my first g i turnt dat into 3 i caint count it now

i came up off the street they caint count me out

plus i carry dat heat you and allah can meet if you really want beef we ca spark it out

in hea crackin dis sh+t wit my mudd brotha

i member crackin them p’z down the middle n servin them nicks 4 a lul come up

plottin on how i’m gon come out the streets wit a whole lotta cheese fa da whole summa

das in the past n+gga das wea i been toating that pak and it came wit a strap n i kept a tight circle don’t want no new frins

yea

b+tch i ain’t average now

i copped the keys to a 12 unit building
and stuff all my cheese in a bank account

used to be broke but i made me a way to get paid so you know that i’m ballin now

i buy dat louis n fеndi n prada gabbana it’s hard to pernounce it now

designеr be all in my closet now

(chorus)

first turnt n+ggas puttin on fa da bay

i come from nuttn i came a long way

no minimum wage my n+gga we straight
og told me turn 4 to a 8

get cracked like a vase no the block ain’t safe

yea i’m from tampa yea the home of the rays

buccaneer status we’ll run up in ya place

big fye spray a n+gga down like mace peep the occasion

this sh+t goin brazy it’s me and my family don’t want no new friends

armed like the navy

this sh+t ca get crazy
the streets really paid me

it don’t owe me shii

young turnt n+ggas puttin on fa the bay

i came from nothin i came a long way

yea yea

yea yea yea

we paid

(arod)
yea yea

yea yea yea we paid

(arod verse)

i get dem loads by the 2 like a twin
my shooter keep sticks we gone knock off your limb
we not one of them we step on them shrimps
soo i get da pack i break down to zips
all black coupe when we making them trips
designer the kicks alexwayne drip like a fish
put no brains on the whip and i dip
put them bands on the road like a tour
i’m f+ckin your wh0re i know she want more
i’m dripping on n+ggas it came from my pours
i got the sh+t on lock like a door
.762 we gon shoot till it’s sore
i’m dripping dior
real streets n+gga had to sleep on the floor
poppin these percs i’m on 3 in a row
p+ssy ass n+ggas you know how we rocking
keep kush in my pockets
in yo know i keep the rocket
straight from the jungle i ain’t talking jumanji
if you ain’t talking bout the money you ain’t saying nuthin
use trap on the block and it’s hot like oven
still hit your block wit k’s like a russian
soon the work touchdown ion touch it
i’m servin yo mama auntie and cousin

- gitt cazz x arod pasto lyrics

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