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shittyboyz - payday lyrics

payday lyrics
[verse 1: trdee]
i’m ot, somewhere chilling on the beach
fly a lil’ baddie out, only if you be discreet
don’t let the glasses fool you, i am not a geek
i’m the type to still run it up if i ain’t have no feet
d+ck put her straight to sleep, this some nyquil
still reminiscing ’bout the wounds that did not heal
d+mn, this b+tch thicker than some oatmeal
please tell me how you slid down and ain’t get no k!ll

[verse 2: babytron]
hunnid rounder, leave a scat pack with no wheels
i don’t gotta let that b+tch off, i bet bro will
shooting layups but you miss them b+tches? you got no sk!ll
have my shooters run the triangle like i’m coach [?]
i’m too blowed
three+five of the white runtz, this sh+t too strong
bankroll sеven+seven likе my new bow
push a b+tton in the sp+ceship, now the coupe gone

[verse 3: stanwill]
rip virgil, if i spin around, it’s a x on me
in a bay, thirty in my clip, that’s a steph on me
like it’s payday, f+ck around, drop a check on me
pull up, drop fifty, i ain’t even gotta stretch on me
drop a couple sh+lls, f+ck around, get his taco blew
i don’t like to wrestle, if it’s up, put the glock on you
lil’ bro ain’t jamming 201s if he slide on you
you ain’t doing sh+t for yo team, you don’t lob no ‘oops
[verse 4: trdee]
tryna get a mill’, i don’t care about popularity
they tryna rap like us like a [?]
did the dash, she like, “hold on stop, boy, you scaring me”
pull up with one or seven hoes, linsanity
heard you out here running ’round like a headless chicken
bent her over then i slammed dunk like i’m miles bridges
n+ggas tryna take him out, we’ll give him inches
the money counter keep jamming, give me some assistance

[verse 5: babytron]
scam this, jam that, i don’t sell grams
you headed towards work, i’m just waiting on the mailman
off a v cut, i need a phantom, hot as h+ll, man
get the payment then i block his ass, can you spell “ham”?
b22s, dior kicks, this dior drip
hotter than a f+ck, one me, i got four bl!cks
got this sh+t up out the mud, wasn’t born rich
scam star, rap star, headed towards the forbes list

[verse 6: stanwill]
push start the whip, hop in and i stab off
pull up on her, goose x dior, she gon’ grab b+lls
been punching five plus, i been doing half offs
swinging sticks at the opps like they throwing fast b+lls
keep a sack, got the hoes tryna tackle me
b+tch put that crazy head on, she done baffled me
i was in school with more pape’ than a faculty
in miami i was hitting hoes with the plastic cheeks

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