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sim maestro - pay the price (feat. colin_sbeezy) lyrics

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[verse 1 + sim maestro]
pay the price
sacrifice
driving with no roof on
save a hoe like coupons
move to spain like i’m 2pac
and a new phone, and some new box
gucci flip flops and a cold watch
never catch me on a dead spot
on a daily we be hitting jackpots
mami dancing with her ass out
tryna cash out
she’ll be stressed out
ballers never giving handouts
was the kid but i’m the man now
cooking records like a crack house
or a sweat shop yeah i’m that hot
making magic you ain’t never seen
envy making n+ggas bottle green
dressed up goofy like it’s halloween
h+lla dreams where we be stacking cheese
on a island, playing gentle breeze
views are crazy something portuguese
never hear her but i know she freak
bad ting she from mozambique
she rode a n+gga in his polo jeans

[hook + colin_sbeezy]
oh my gosh
all these n+ggas gotta pay the price
all the sh+t i gotta sacrifice
rollie on me dripping like it’s ice
got a call from her she ain’t my type
made her wait
i don’t wanna conversate yeah
b+tches fake, all they wanna do is lay up
ride my wave, i just wanna celebrate
got me feeling
got me feeling
kinda hot

[verse 2 + sim maestro]
oh
i feel amazing
moving forward i keep chasing payments
know the owner on a first name basis
name drop
i ain’t doing that
once i’m gone i ain’t coming back
if you want answers
you can call my phone
if i have your number, i might answer that
i’m like woah
flex
dodging all your texts
i swear you ain’t want this smoke
your hun ain’t like no broke
ass
n+gga
who cannot reach his goals
walk in the room and she froze
i swear you can’t save hoes
all my bros
know
i got a lot going gold
and you can never sell my soul
but i can do it on my own
i got a lot going on
money in, money long
me and paper get along
gotta make the pocket strong

[hook + colin_sbeezy]
oh my gosh
all these n+ggas gotta pay the price
all the sh+t i gotta sacrifice
rollie on me dripping like it’s ice
got a call from her she ain’t my type
made her wait
i don’t wanna conversate yeah
b+tches fake, all they wanna do is lay up
ride my wave, i just wanna celebrate
got me feeling
got me feeling
kinda hot



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