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realsleezy - paid n full lyrics

paid n full
(lyrics)

please get out my way
i can not be late
i got moves to make
h-ll yeah i gotta get paid
please get out my way
i can not be late
i got moves to make
h-ll yeah i gotta get paid

gotta get paid
(hey hey)
gotta get paid
(hey hey)
gotta get paid
(hey hey)
gotta get paid
(hey hey) x2

pushing the whip like i stole it
your lil’ b-tch want me to hold it
she had just text me “come over”
so i put her legs behind her shoulders
i swear i just want the cash
this lil’ b-tch doing the dash
i got the streets on smash
these other rappers is trash
pour up a cup now i’m sipping
roll up that dope now i’m tripping
i’m sliding through the streets never slipping
all blue on h-ll yeah i’m cripping
i’m coming down like trae the truth
dont like me n-gga f-ck you
had a bad b-tch but i let her go
‘cuhs this bad b-tch waiting at my houston show
i’ll never slip on my pimping
call me dolamite
i had two b-tches kissing on my flight the other night
i couldn’t f-ck neither one
i was high as a kite
i love the life i live
even though it ain’t right

if i can’t pull her hair, imma choke the b-tch out
if she ain’t sucking d-ck imma kick the b-tch out
if it ain’t og then imma put the blunt out
if i don’t get a grammy, then imma spaz the f-ck out
i’m sitting on a cloud, actually it’s the ghost
i swear i met your b-tch last week on the west coast
she ain’t got no brain but her head do the most
and when she bring me my bottles imma make a f-cking toast
i got bad b-tches on my coat tail
i f-cked your b-tch last week i hope she don’t tell
if god heard that i’m probably going to h-ll
and if you come with that bullsh-t i’m definitely going to jail, b-tch

- realsleezy lyrics

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