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payroll giovanni - everytime lyrics

[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
everytime i drop a tape i f-ck the streets up
got n-gg-s making goals of stacking cheese up
i ain’t competing with you n-gg-s, i do me bruh
but n-gg-s still breaking ankles tryna keep up (boy)
got some k!llers i don’t never take pictures with
they ain’t for looking cool, you see them, then they k!lling sh-t
buncha dog food at the crib like i got vicous pits
this feed criminal cliques
stack it up keep it lowkey
if you the o man keep a oz
if you the brickman keep a whole key
n-gg-s knew plans since the old me
i done been there i done sold that
don’t ask questions you know that
that lil stash i could make that right now, where my phone at?

[hook]
everytime a n-gg- drop a tape the streets be loving that
everytime i touch a stack i’m bout to double that
everytime we in the club we got a couple straps
everytime i hit the plug he send a couple back
pump something, pump something
you got that work, front something, front something, n-gg-
pump something, pump something
you got that work, front something, front something, n-gg-

[verse 2: h-lluva beats]
every time yo broke -ss make a play you at the bar (everytime)
everytime i f-ck yo b-tch i pop a bar (every time)
everytime i see you out, you acting hard
should’ve known he was gone run off, n-gg- gave me every sign
everytime i see yo -ss, beat yo -ss, everytime
i got joysticks with extendos, blow a n-gg- like nintendo
catch a play i’m in the endzone
knew a n-gg- from the motor city when i threw the cartier lenses on

[verse 3: payroll]
once upon a time i was broke
with no other choice but to slang c-ke
all in the kitchen mixing dope (mixin’ mixin’)
clientele knocking at the door
we packing up raw in the bedroom
the plug taxing me i said give me legroom
i got choppers on my motherf-cking dresser (yup)
p-ssing out sacks giving lil n-gg-s lectures
like if you f-ck it up then you f-ckin’ up
your whole world we f-ckin up
answer calls no duckin us
me i’mma think somethings up
paranoid when you pumping dust
can’t live struggle month to month
i gotta ball i’m a hustler

- payroll giovanni lyrics

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