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rowdy rebel - paid off lyrics

[intro: fivio foreign]
wait, wait, wait

[chorus: fivio foreign & rowdy rebel]
all of this money paid off
i took a perc’ and started the day off
i get a big car and race off
they know the shooter comin’ if they cough
man, brand new forty take his face off
jump in this ‘rarri and i just skate off
pull up to the party with my draco
make a n+gga dance like he was j+lo
[verse 1: fivio foreign]
yeah, gotta get rich (huh)
you can’t party if you not on the list (nah)
i don’t love her, i don’t lie to the b+tch
all these guns we got inside of the whip (uh, woo)
yeah, pull up to the side of your whip (skrrt)
huh, shots fired (baow)
bullets is firin’ out of the clip (uh)

[verse 2: rowdy rebel]
n+ggas talkin’ this and that, f+ck the chitter chat, bet you i can get him whacked (grrt)
bet you if he send them n+ggas for me
my lil’ n+gga with me, gonna send him back (my lil’ n+gga with me gonna what?)
‘member when [?] left, ol’ boy stuck, i remember that (i do)
we ain’t really gonna get into that (i won’t)
n+ggas know i hate the internet (baow)
five years i was locked down
my sixth year was my best year (huh)
came home to some fresh gear (woo)
had it in ’til the next year (’til the next year)
in the crib countin’ blue faces, i ain’t leavin’ out until the check’s cleared (’til the check’s cleared)
no one keep callin’ my phone, like bro, where you at? too late, the jet here (i’m on my way)
all of my n+ggas is hitters, they play for the mets, yeah (baow, baow, baow, baow)
i step up the jets to the check, you know the patek clear (you know the patek clear)
if i put this shmoney to my left ear, that’s all i hear (that’s all i hear)
and my circle is full with some k!llers, my n+ggas don’t do the squares (don’t do the what?)
when i walk in the room with givenchy, i brought more than two pairs (bought more than two pairs)
my n+ggas be wavin’ this tag, they lookin’ like, “who cares?” (they be lookin’ like, “who cares?”)
and, my n+ggas be ballin’ for real, you n+ggas can’t hoop here (you n+ggas can’t hoop here)
all white inside this maybach, outside, root beer (outside, huh? what?)
i’m in the bentley, the coupe (skrrt), i’m ’bout to fendi the booth (ooh)
fifteen hundred for the shoes might go to jimmy choo
pull up with a n+gga boo, not because a n+gga cute
choppas on b+i+g, she know i get to the lu— (baow, baow, baow)
she know i play with them tools
[chorus: fivio foreign & rowdy rebel]
all of this money paid off
i took a perc’ and started the day off
i get a big car and race off
they know the shooter comin’ if they cough
man, brand new forty take his face off
jump in this ‘rarri and i just skate off
pull up to the party with my draco
make a n+gga dance like he was j+lo

[verse 3: fivio foreign]
uh, we had to walk in the spot with three letters (baow)
n+ggas givin’ me a weak bladder (yeah, yeah)
i took a perc’ and i breathe faster (yeah)
that boy only came for a verse, the little cheap b+st+rd
and if she answer the questions that we asked her (yeah)
answer the questions that we asked her (uh)
and, i’m smokin’ a blunt, the weed master (uh+yeah)
gettin’ home (gettin’ home), a n+gga front, he gettin’ banged on (baow)
a n+gga front, he gettin’ banged on (uh)
just imagine it’s both on the same song (yeah, uh)
and, we got flex on this b+tch (huh)
we gon’ send him every session we did
yeah look, they know the rules, they know not to diss
shooter with me and he know not to miss (baow)
ain’t know the rules and they go in the whip (skrrt)
i got it on me (i got it on me, uh, yeah) and i know you see me holdin’ this sh+t
i give a f+ck if you blowin’ your grip (i give a f+ck if you blowin’ your grip, eah)
i’m gettin’ money (i’m gettin’ money)
i give a f+ck if you, yeah, look (oh, sh+t)
i only think bad stuff, uh (i only think bad stuff)
i take a perc’ and get smacked up (i do)
b+tch, it’s just fivio foreign, i’m back up (uh)
i walk in a room and they back up (uh)
them n+ggas broke (them n+ggas broke)
them n+ggas tabs up, look (them n+ggas tabs up)
yeah (yeah), all of the opps are bad luck (uh, woo)

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