Young Joc Fuck u Pay Me Lyrics
Ridin 2 the hood yeah i got that good in the bac of the lac and this fuc u pay me A hot 16 if u know what i mean just holla at my guys know me fuc u pay me 2 my hoes in the club if they ain't showing luv put your finger in his face and tell him fuc u pay me if u all about them dollas then let me hear u holla candy paint the impala n____ fuc u pay me
[Yung Joc:]
they call me laffy taffy this ain't no bubble gum im a real n____ and this a trap song if your girl choose let her do her thing said that on another song and ain't s___ change when u peep the swag tell me what u see grade A hustler certified G and yeah i jock get's all the honey's playboy bunnies murda mummies those the 1that get the money yeah i know u c it and if u choose the hate then pimpin so b jock of all trades a hundred and one different hustle just 2 get paid i love your lady face so when tissle how i taste did i strike a nerve oops my badd gone kick bac roll a bag take a drag and if she show me love then pimp she ain't yearn's oh what's your as n____ let it burn
what it do lil n____ im trynna get paid watch sunny hit the set in his new escalade i got it made plasma screen in my car and im jammin on some screw purple drink in my jar M-16 fuc the law and them haters us NorthSide n____s roc black like the raiders got pounds at my b____ crib always counting stacks only i know where she live ain't no getting jack at the club acting badd neva had a dad pouring out liquor 4 my lil n____ chad fake fuc n____s get dealt with quick d___ sumethin stink sunny v he the s___ commity that's the click fuc u pay me we rich over the sky in helicopters baby we rich i wish a n____ would yeah it's all good i got gators in the pool in the middle of the hood
Brand new J's on my feet what these p____ n____s think they know bout me mister itsy meige im cold wit a fever my complex baby girl i might leave u with your eye contact hit my sweet two times pass i puff thrax girl we some wise guys me and jock on the trac sunny v he the sauce hit the block just 2 floss got an 87 flee 7 coats xtra gloss lookin mean on the scene so clean im a kill em it's a new epidemic bird flu im a kill em wipe your feet on my floor mats im talkin picture perfect moments made 4 kodak all that bullshit gotta stop betta know that i bought a mini 14 as throwback U can hit me on my phone and if i don't answer im probably some where stickin Dic in a dancer
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