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killa fonte - paid in full lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, i just wanna live and get rich (get rich)
f+ck i look like funkin’ with my bro over a b+tch?
paid in full, we like ace and money mitch (paid in full)
them shots pop and open up a n+gga chest like some vicks
yeah, i just wanna live and get rich (get rich)
f+ck i look like funkin’ with my bro over a b+tch?
paid in full, we like ace and money mitch (paid in full)
them shots pop and open up a n+gga chest like some vicks

[verse 1]
yeah, slap a n+gga dead up in his sh+t (slap a n+gga)
i know some rather see me dead up on the bricks
i heard about that n+gga, man, they said he was a b+tch
no, i ain’t seen his work, but, sh+t, they said he was a snitch
but, nah, that ain’t my problem, that ain’t nothin’ i gotta deal with
metaphor is cool, but they been fiendin’ for this real sh+t
told me that he took when we was on our last l!ck
but i know i got bigger problems, i ain’t trippin’ off that lil’ sh+t
i’m saucy in this ds, can’t put no time into the bs
don’t pay no attention to these rejects
they k!llin’ over bullsh+t, not over money or the respect
better use your head or you could be next
we gon’ get our ball on, pull my people up until we all on
thankful i got people i can call on
but all i wanna know is, if i slip, who can i fall on?
rest in peace my n+gga e, i can’t believe my dawg gone
[chorus]
yeah, i just wanna live and get rich (get rich)
f+ck i look like funkin’ with my bro over a b+tch?
paid in full, we like ace and money mitch (paid in full)
them shots pop and open up a n+gga chest like some vicks
yeah, i just wanna live and get rich (get rich)
f+ck i look like funkin’ with my bro over a b+tch?
paid in full, we like ace and money mitch (paid in full)
them shots pop and open up a n+gga chest like some vicks

[verse 2]
these hoes’ll wait until you shined up, then get you lined up
i was gone for three, but now i’m home, n+gga, your time’s up
sippin’ lean to balance out my pill, b+tch, i’m fired up
you ain’t on my level, you gon’ have to get your higher+ups
told my bro it’s time to get some heads up off the list
and if you so in the game, then pull your friends up off the bench
that sh+t hurt me when i found out that my friend was off the crys’
in and out of jail ’cause he can’t keep his hands up off the b+tch
we on some other sh+t, just got off parole, b+tch, i’m movin’
better put your money on me, n+gga, ain’t no losin’
leave it in the streets, don’t put my name up in your music
had to tell my bro to check his b+tch ’cause she was choosin’
we been blowin’ on exotic smoke, we got all kinda dope
ask about me, been had b+tches, even when i was broke
i’m tryna get some ms like my stem, b+tch, it’s time to blow
we been in this spot for way too long, n+gga, it’s time to go
[chorus]
yeah, i just wanna live and get rich (get rich)
f+ck i look like funkin’ with my bro over a b+tch?
paid in full, we like ace and money mitch (paid in full)
them shots pop and open up a n+gga chest like some vicks
yeah, i just wanna live and get rich (get rich)
f+ck i look like funkin’ with my bro over a b+tch?
paid in full, we like ace and money mitch (paid in full)
them shots pop and open up a n+gga chest like some vicks

- killa fonte lyrics

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