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metro marrs & mike dimes - payroll كلمات أغنية

[intro chorus: metro marrs]
cut a b_tch on my payroll
high in the hills, but i lay low (lay low)
too deep in the gypsy rolls
i ask her, “where you wanna go?” (gypsy rolls)
count bands till my very last breath
till my thumbs fall off, till i can’t no more (can’t no more)
four wheels, all gas, no brakes
till the tank on ‘e’ and we gotta re_up (lay low)
gas got it stuck and the gas gotta come froze
and the gas gotta loss
you’re less than fogged off these drugs (gypsy rolls)
yeah she rollin up a dollar, she tell her friends to holler
we in california (yuh), baddies on the roster (yuh)

[verse 1: metro marrs]
keep me a b_tch and i roll me a spliffy
i come from the poorest part this ain’t fifty
i got that 40 tone, i’m not trenchin’
yeah, you a f_ck n_gga, we can’t kick it
was all in the slums n_gga tryna make it
is she from bermuda or is she jamaican?
i’m having flavors, but i’m not going vacant
i be workin like i’m building a sp_ceship
she said i’m her best, i ain’t tell her to say it
got her ass in the strip, now they got her rakin’
she told me put it everywhere except the _n_s
shawty a freak, everyday an occasion
over my eyes and she gettin’ naked
roll me a wood, i’m wakin’ and bakin’
top so good it feel like vacation
if she don’t spit it out then i say that she’s taken
[chorus: metro marrs]
cut a b_tch on my payroll
high in the hills, but i lay low (lay low)
too deep in the gypsy rolls
i ask her, “where you wanna go?” (gypsy rolls)
count bands till my very last breath
till my thumbs fall off, till i can’t no more (can’t no more)
four wheels, all gas, no brakes
till the tank on ‘e’ and we gotta re_up (lay low)
gas got it stuck and the gas gotta come froze
and the gas gotta loss
you’re less than fogged off these drugs (gypsy rolls)
yeah she rollin up a dollar, she tell her friends to holler
we in california (yuh), baddies on the roster (yuh)

[verse 2: mike dimes]
really she just want my guap (uh)
she know them boys on the block (uh)
is you gon’ love me or not (uh)? is you gon’ love me a lot?
i drink on whiskey not lean on the rocks
my b_tch so ratchet her purse got a glock
she know i’m hot let me turn it a notch
i need to know if you talked to the opps
’cause i’m getting over this sh_t
she only talk to the kid ’cause i’m rich
i don’t even chase henney while i chase a b_tch
she do alot for the kid (uh), i make her feel like the sh_t (uh)
please let me pose for the fl!ck (uh)
girl i’m too grown for the tricks (uh)
i plan on dying like this (uh)
i made a lot cause of this
[chorus: metro marrs]
cut a b_tch on my payroll
high in the hills, but i lay low (lay low)
too deep in the gypsy rolls
i ask her, “where you wanna go?” (gypsy rolls)
count bands till my very last breath
till my thumbs fall off, till i can’t no more (can’t no more)
four wheels, all gas, no brakes
till the tank on ‘e’ and we gotta re_up (lay low)
gas got it stuck and the gas gotta come froze
and the gas gotta loss
you’re less than fogged off these drugs (gypsy rolls)
yeah she rollin up a dollar, she tell her friends to holler
we in california (yuh), baddies on the roster (yuh)

[outro: metro marrs]
(yuh)
(yuh yuh)
don’t know why these n_ggas not feeling me
(yuh)
(yuh yuh)
this my competition? you kiddin’ me?
(yuh)
(yuh yuh)
this industry not gon’ get ridda me
(yuh yuh)
(i don’t…)
(yuh)
yuh yuh

- metro marrs mike dimes

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