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paasky - all mine lyrics

t.y

jet life
taylor gang
stay on game

b+tch

ugh

run that sh+t

(chorus)
and all my n+ggas paid
all yo n+ggas lazy
all my b+tches bad
and all yo hoes fugazi

i’m thinkin’ bout coppin one of them new bentleys and gettin a driver
spend that same money on a old school and have that b+tch lookin like a first prize winner

t.y
(verse)

i just want to touch a million dollars i don’t give a f+ck bout no million followers
sideline hating’ that’s yo problem real n+ggas focus on what they got
fresh as f+ck just to chill inside
we don’t really f+ck with the other side
take a pill hoping that’s gone calm me down but that only make the beast come alivе
tell a b+tch keep her balance likе a broom ride
drive down wall street in a countache
hard body i scream out hoora
went to the gun show and bought a few choppas
if you ain’t know i’m the jetlife don dada
(if you ain’t know i’m the jetlife don dada)
paasky
(verse)

fifth side yeah the nickel made me
og i’m a 80’s baby
it was richard panya, glen mets, i don’t give bout no genovese
dmb i’m affiliated so i throw it up i regurgitate it
they was pena’ 10s poppin 30s f+ckin’ right we got it percolating
n+gga bought his so i bought mine
sh+t i guess we double datin’
hold your horses stop the races cake was bakin’
lil n+gga soulja hated
i was off in that gold mercedes wit the gorgeous lady
p+ssy sweet so i call it sadie
playa sh+t so i penetrated then im cool on it yeah its ventilated
man them n+ggas bitin’ so its emulated
i bleed trill yea its menastruated
my n+gga copped the jeep then he pulled up wit the doors off like its renovated
got the juice yeah its minutemaided
n+gga show me somethin’ you should demonstrate it
take ya man squeeze now she lemonaded
call me fat p yeah i’m heavyweighted
lil b+tch

t.y
(chorus)
and all my n+ggas paid
all yo n+ggas lazy
all my b+tches bad
and all yo hoes fugazi

and all my n+ggas paid
all yo n+ggas lazy
all my b+tches bad
and all yo hoes fugazi

(hook)
i’m thinkin’ bout coppin one of them new bentleys and gettin a driver
spend that same money on a old school and have that b+tch lookin like a first prize winner

first prize winner
(first prize winner)
first prize winner
(first prize winner)
first prize winner
(first prize winner)
first prize winner
(first prize winner)

- paasky lyrics

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