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payroll giovanni & cardo - bylug outro lyrics

[intro: payroll giovanni]
yuh, bylug, mob sh-t, 41

[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
look into the eyes of a hustler and tell me what you see
a n-gga that could turn a eight-ball into a ki
a n-gga that could turn pocket lint into a g
i’m speaking humbly, n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
i live my life like a mob movie
sippin’ champagne in my jacuzzi
dresser full of all kind of jewelry
even more in the deposit box
came from swapping rocks on my mommas block
visioning all type of drops
i grew up hearing all kinda shots
was small time but i’m a timer now, i’m buying furs for mama now
and on mamas, i still call my presidential rolex obama, i ain’t the one to bother
when the f-ck you copping? stop asking bout the prices
if i want my time wasted i’ll buy another breitling
just got a batch in strong like tyson
icy like floyd and h-ll nah we ain’t fighting

[verse 2: hbk kidd]
i tear the mall down when i shop at twelve oaks
velcro strapped on the louis’s, you in sh-ll toes
nail hoes for the simple fact my mail long
that’s your b-tch? i smack her -ss til her tail swole
when i buy moet i buy it just to spill rose
lil hoes eyes pop wishing they could feel on
hb, if you wanna f-ck say please
all these chains around my neck a n-gga can’t breathe
smack a n-gga with the cannon, the b-tch say cheese
looking at me wrong, hit ’em with the right and shake knees
i’m a dog and i shake fleas
make cheese off rap but i could take some hoes and break 3
lately, i’ve been going through a lotta sh-t
like should i wear the red bottoms or the pradas b-tch
if you hating better stop the sh-t
cause your b-tch bylug’ed out
she wishing she could mop the clique
pop the cris on the boat pour it in the lake
redbone on a date, morton’s on the plate
met your girl on the 4th, scoring on the 8th
she wanna see me on the 10th, i’m touring on that date

[verse 3: dre armani]
paved the way, big unc, y’all my nephews
pay let me get the keys, see what the vette do
i don’t want the .40, see what this tec do
girl i don’t want that p-ssy see what that neck do
700 on tennis shoes
ask around, check the background, we been them dudes
my mans got k!lled f-cking around with dog food
man i swear to god i got so many war wounds

[verse 4: overlord scooch]
in my hood i’m legendary, this rap sh-t secondary
i’m never worried, you would get blew if it was necessary
n-ggas shoot like stephen curry, they equipped with 30’s
we stretchin birdies from miami just like testaverde
n-gga hood full of heroin addicts
money probably compare to your daddies
blow your -ss right there in your caddy
tryna play the boss role but you barely can manage
i was at a stand still like the mannequin challenge
now a n-gga out here losin’ his mind
i’m not a swiper i’m just crispy
don’t ever get confused with this grind
i’ll have my bronx n-ggas put a few in your ride
i’m a og, but still gotta move with the times
n-gga forgis on the monte, keep the stocks on the vette
pull up on your b-tch, drop the top then i dip
if you k!ll me, i’ma die with respect
try it in your hood it won’t fly on the 6

[verse 5: doughboy roc]
i used to think i was the man in the benz (i swear)
i thought i was up when i had a ten
now it seems silly, i’m trying to get a milli
i’m with kidd i ain’t talkin’ bout gillie shoutout to philly
we been making y’all, bossin’ for years, ya’ll got amnesia?
doughboyz cashout we walking freezers
used to buy hoes pints, i buy the liter
she got a fat -ss and she loyal she a keeper
most of these hoes play roles like they ain’t f-ckable
all these dollars and this power, n-gga, i’m untouchable
boy feel the same way i guess thats what some buffs will do
i’ma motherf-ckin’ dog, i ain’t cuffin’ you

[verse 6: clay baby]
ayy
7 mile made me, gotti boys raised me
doughboyz saw me shine and move a gram to a eighthy
a eighthy to a half, a half to a whole thang
moral of the story stack like low and just maintain
your time gon’ come and when it do n-gga win
arm’ just pulled up a hundred pounds and couple bricks
he told me don’t call until i’m close to the end
family over everything, rich n-ggas win
loyalty over royalty, my family tought me well
now it’s money, cars, b-tches, draped in chanel
i’m forever up even if i fail
streets love me fo’sho, ask my clientele

[verse 7: bmo maine]
i said i was cutting my hair when i touch a hundred
well guess what i had an appointment this morning
got a bad b-tch that’s boring and a young b-tch that’s h-rny
so stop textin’ what you bout to do
cause when your watch full of diamonds
you can ask “what that mouth do”
i just dig her like a plumber do
i asked my plug if he had snapchat
he just laughed, said nah, but follow me on cash app
you just got motivated when pay dropped payface?
i been getting money when sting had the red face
wwe: weed, weed, everything
a motherf-cking hustler, i can get you anything
from pounds to giffys, you need a tv hit up 60
you need some clarity, show you where gary be
you need some soft, it really ain’t that hard
your mans in prison, i can get them bars on the guard

[verse 8: big quis]
i’m never stepping on the scene without a shooter or two
stack my money up, and then i went from ubers to coupes
now i’m f-cking hoes that nba hoopers would screw
taking pictures of my ice, d-mn my jeweler the truth
white buffalo h-rns, gucci’s covers my corns
make a song with my wifey and then go make us a p-rn
i’m in the foreign with pay, n-gga slow this b-tch down
what the f-ck wrong with you, you made me spill my cristal
50 thou on my watch, time to stunt on my opps
i don’t want no new friends, f-ck the n-ggas i shot
i [censored] he get out of line with me
baddest b-tch in the city got my chain between her t-tties
bylug

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