a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jay saif - masson theory lyrics

[intro: paulie m-sson]
you know it’s tax season, right?
so, what? you gon’ let these n-ggas continue using you?
what, you ain’t gon’
you ain’t gon’ do what the f-ck you gotta do?
look at you right now n-gga?
you hear me n-gga?
do you know who talkin’ to you right now n-gga?
do you know who talkin’ to you right now n-gga?
this paulie n-gga, get the f-ck up
and do what you gotta do my n-gga!

[verse: jay saif & paulie m-sson]
gold elixir, sippin liquor, drinkin’ whispers (you hear me?)
’til i hiccup, spit up, whichever’s quicker (awww)
young n-gga, the gawdly scriptures
i write is full of theories taking over cities
every summer and winter ( come on)
see i know
dealers who’d back me by fronting me work
and i won’t front, it won’t work
once again it’ll hold me back from gettin back to work ( d-mn)
i rather them be the benefactor
‘cuz i been a factor (oh yeah?)
they know i bring anita flows
get caught up in the rapture
( come on jay! come on man!)
still too creative for a nine to five (yeah)
music been more than music
gotta breathe it to stay alive (yea)
i got crowns to turn gold
i got two god daughters
who got fathers who told me i’ll shot call it (aww man)
if ever their chapter came to a close
my lil’ bro who i told when i make it
he’s apart of the mold
i told my mother i wanna buy her luxurious homes
so i don’t got energy for you boys who wanna play
you ain’t know? batteries separately sold
( you hear me?)

[refrain: jay saif & paulie m-sson]
(man, keep going bro, keep going man)
sipping on paulie m-sson
i wanna slouch in my throne
crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
as i write these poems
these peasants act like i owe them
who them? i don’t even know them
(ayy, come on man tell them again man)
sipping on paulie m-sson
i wanna slouch in my throne
crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
as i write these poems (yea)
these peasants act like i owe them
who them? i don’t even know them
(tell them what i told you)

[verse 2]
paulie told me i’m suffering from being underrated (right)
probably the reason i feel like i gotta overstate it (hunh)
that i own 100% of everything i’ve created
‘cuz i sat down at eight years old
thought of a process and made it?
(talk ya sh-t cousin)
this game based on respect and credit (hanh)
they won’t respect it, no matter ya debit
you don’t get it, yet it makes perfect sense
when they throw cents like the last two
they don’t care bout ya talents much
they care bout who you attached to
but it’s crwngld
too luxurious for nickle & dime rhymes
i’m taxin’ if you need demand for me to supply lines
nine times outta ten
they need product for prime time
then try to low-ball the serve
‘cuz ain’t no way to net the pay
volley ball politics
they’ll pay you off of a co-sign (hanh)
from a so-and-so they think they’d blow and go in no time (yeaa)
tryna find promo codes so they can overnight the grind
and they ship low-quality sh-t just to get skipped on timelines (woo!)
(awww man)
so pay me mines, i got crowns to turn gold
made promises to people that’s apart of the mold
i told my mother i wanna buy her luxurious homes
so i don’t got energy for u boys who wanna play
you ain’t know? batteries separately sold
(that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout man keep going!)

[refrain: jay saif & paulie m-sson]
sipping on paulie m-sson
i wanna slouch in my throne
crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
as i write these poems
these peasants act like i owe them
who them? i don’t even know them
(say it again bro, say it again man! ayy!)
sipping on paulie m-sson
i wanna slouch in my throne
crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
as i write these poems
these peasants act like i owe them
who them? i don’t even know them

[outro: (paulie m-sson]
awwww, sh-t! that’s what the f-ck i’m talkin’ about
don’t take no more sh-t from these n-ggas, ya know?
f-ck these n-ggas man
if it ain’t crwngld, it ain’t nothin’
and that’s from paulie n-gga

[refrain: jay saif]
sipping on paulie m-sson
i wanna slouch in my throne
crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
as i write these poems
these peasants act like i owe them
who them? i don’t even know them

- jay saif lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS