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soufside dre - paychecks over sexxx lyrics

[intro]
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(thats my baby dre) yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang
hollywood, hollywood souf, what they talm’ bout?

[verse 1]
bad b+tch, just got my rocks off, imma hit her knock her down and play that b+tch like top golf
yeah, i learned that thug sh+t from my pops, and how to be a boss
yeah, my brother taught me if they play, they gettin’ knocked off
yeah, they gettin’ knocked off, pick up packs, don’t drop off shawty eat it up til’ lockjaw, get to the money i don’t talk talk
i get on beats and i walk walk, f+ck that b+tch good, now she stalk stalk
cut that b+tch off, now she blocked off, fine dine the b+tch, now her top off
lets go, rockstar, i’m a trap+star, i’m a rap+star, not no track+star yeah, you see me comin’, yeah, i’m climbin’ up that ladder
yeah, he wanna be me, you can’t be me, you can’t see me, feel like thugga’
made myself a boss, i put that on my mother
i ain’t runnin’ from no n+gga, when a n+gga talkin’ nothing
say he from the f+cking west, but we know the n+gga bluffin’ actin’ hard, you ain’t on nothin’, f+ck out face, end of discussion that boy, he all up in the gym, and he done got on his lil’ buffy
i keep a 40 on me b+tch, i ain’t doing all the fussy
drinkin’ acty’ acty’ b+tch, i don’t f+ck with the tussy’
she a squirter and she fine, so i call her my lil’ gushy
too many hoes on my line, so i f+ck ’em with they buddies

[bridge]
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
aks and them tecs’, aks and them tecs’
aks and them tecs’, paychecks over s+x
[verse 2]
yeah, i’m up next like i am the batter, f+ck all that sh+t, yeah i tune out the chatter
respondin’ to you, like “why does it matter?”, liquor in kidney, it f+ck up my bladder
designer on drawers, but it don’t even matter, yeah i’m locked in the booth, we for+lifers and after
really lovin’ my story, it increase every chapter, they was sleepin’ on me, now they all in the rafters

[hook]
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x

[verse 2]
quarter brick, half brick, whole brick, aye, .44 bulldog stay on me
paychecks over s+x on me, aks and them tecs’ on me
gave that boy reality, now they wanna pay the fee
now his b+tch wanna f+ck on me, i get paychecks like “ouwee”
get money like shawn, not say cheese, cook up the pot, i ain’t talkin’ no baked beans
p+ssy ass boy better not mistake me, i been on my grind, so i see why they hate me
still the same, i got more green, i’m in the city, might serve fiens’
i got a potna’ who pop beans, hollywood souf, i am not green
i get money, i get paychecks, from atlanta, i have safe s+x b+tches burnin’, keep a latex, way she suck it, she got eight necks
i can do a little rich flex, i can’t wait to hop on big jets
i’m in new york like i am the mets, hollywood souf out now, what’s next?
now that i’m back on the bullsh+t, still in atlanta, i ride with them full sticks
boy, these n+ggas act like they really be doin’ sh+t
yeah, i’m out in the buckhead, i’m popping my big sh+t
d+mn that lil’ b+tch, she stink, she smell like a fish stick
got a crodie’ who bangin’, that n+gga, he big crip
he might pop off and sh+t, but that n+gga don’t set trip
fight my demons at night, they might call it a death trip shrooms, seein’ a whole lotta’ red, yeah, my life is a trip, d+mn, i’m gone to the moon
f+ck a beyblade and sh+t, yeah, my draco, it rip, and my choppa i’m lettin’ it boom
if the waitress, she bad, you know imma tip, i might take that lil’ b+tch to my room
f+ck with models and strippers, i’m a goon, f+ck that sh+t, made a song with no tune
yeah, got some nurses who baddies and sh+t
bought the ‘lash for the hoe, now she all on my d+ck
she just suck it up, suck it up, b+tch is a tick
yeah, my n+gga, he pop out with sticks, soufside baby, he ride with the bl!ck
yeah the krashhh, he a motherf+ckin’ myth, yeah, my main vibe she came with that drip, lets go
[hook]
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
what they talm’ ’bout, what they talm’ ’bout
what they talm’ ’bout, what they talm’ ’bout
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
paychecks over s+x, paychecks over s+x
what they talm’ ’bout, what they talm’ ’bout
what they talm’ ’bout, what they talm’ ’bout

[verse 3]
yeah, i know imma make it, yeah shoutout vaultofdre (vaultofdre)
all of these n+ggas they fake, all of these n+ggas they phony
if you a p+ssy ass n+gga, then, you not my homie
rather just stay by my lonely, skate on a b+tch, like i’m tony
d+mn, used to get hair did by monie, came with that drip, and that fire, and my homies
in the club, super geeked up with the hoes and they call me a motherf+ckin’ stony
you ain’t cook up no beat with pmoney, i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas they dummies
feel like wheezy, my b+tches they love me, in the store with the opp, flip his buggy
really spendin’ this cash like it’s nothing, when i wake up in morning, say “f+ck it”
really sick on the world, so its nothing, got this cash in my pants like we f+ckin’
got this b+tch in my pants, and she suckin’, ‘finna cut off this b+tch, she keep rushin’
left her man at the crib, while we f+ckin’, keep that money on mind while i’m puffin’

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