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gallo - paychek كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
hip hop spread…
put y’all on something, man

[verse]
got your paycheck ’round my wrist
floorboards shake, crowd packed with chicks
homie, tap out now before i smash ya b-tch
type of flow, getting dope, feeling rags to rich
fill another cup, bit of that or this
til it got me feeling ever so immaculate
had to switch it up
always making different stuff
weed lit, cloud builds, chiefing on the indie cup
live above, steal the show
keep the circle small and closed
digging through the credits, turn a break into a pot of gold
on a roll
why the f-ck you think i made the honor roll?
shining like i step out of the shower, spraying on a arm
clean cut, bust the pipes
white girls love me lots like i’m pumpkin spice
and i’m soaking all it up like i’m dunked in rice
i got a hook so hard it’s like a punch from right
yeah
uh
everyday i’m working
so certain they pull the curtain
open hoping i be heard
or holding some kind of murder
i’m surfing, riding bourbon
spit every verse that i murder
no place for food, i murder it
‘cuse me for all the bourbon, b-tch
i’m overdue
until they pick me over you
i -ssume they just worried that i’mma come and tell the truth
i step into the booth and walk a field of something special
let my mind direct me, i put my trust inside the tips of pencils
i know
nothing ever gonna be the same
tryna live it fast enough to see a change
and if i can’t i still won’t slow down to any kind of pace
’cuz i’m whipping the richest city in the f-cking state
b-tch

[outro]
that’s right

- gallo

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