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payroll giovanni & peezy – whole gang كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
yeah, twenty chains, so you know the wave
rollie over bang, i’ve been sh_ttin’ since the rollie days
ja blue and yellow, full of nuggets, look like golden state
same n_gga used to rollerblade, now the rover skate
pocket fat as f_ck, need to run, my sh_t overweight
i’ll whack a n_gga over crumbs, especially over weight
.40 on me, been done left a n_gga, like i’m runnin’ late
i was in miami, me and baby will throw a face, n_gga
four pints cost me ten some
i be always on the turn_around, like i missed some
took my b_tch to [?], told her pick some
you ain’t gettin’ paid, n_ggas be too busy d_ck suckin’

[verse 2: hbk kid]
always wanna be in first place, f_ck a runner up
countin’ paper all night, f_ck, i gave my thumb a cut
i was 21 with twenty on me, but that’s nothin’ much
so, you doin’ money talk? it better be a buck and up
n_ggas want a taste of the pies but can’t look straight in the eyes
i’m startin’ to think that you a snake in disguise
i’ve been focusin’, lately, i’ve been chasin’ the skies
i keep this sh_t pushin’, i can get a wraith if i tried
i’m breakin’ her eyes on every bed in 4_5_6
and give me sp_ce while i’m shootin’ if you don’t got sh_t
seein’ n_ggas gettin’ money, then they go out quick
settin’ examples for the youngin’s who don’t know ‘bout sh_t
westside in this b_tch, and the eastside too
your b_tch a lil spooky, how she wanna be my boo?
with prescription contacts, you can’t see my crew
you fake n_ggas transparent, i can see right through
[verse 3: lil perry]
uh, yeah
servin’ ot, ‘cause the block hot as takis
b_tch, this ain’t no f_ckin’ stir fry, this hibachi
did the 69 with your b_tch, i ain’t tekashi
lil n_gga, big strap, but won’t no big n_gga box me
013’ i was itchin’ for a body
few years before, i’ll pull up in a hottie
around the same time, i was stretchin’ [?]
fast forward, now i’m in a wraith on [?], sippin’ wacky
n_ggas hatin’ on me, sh_t, i heard it through the grapevine
plug waitin’ on me, i just gotta cross the stateline
free boss hogg, got my n_gga doin’ state time
whippin’ up babies take talent, it don’t take time

[verse 4: babyface ray]
the next rollie on my wrist, prolly a 40
or presi_, lil ass n_gga, bag heavy
i could do the route there and back without a navi_
let a pretty b_tch run through the mall like her daddy
i was up, fell off, then got back again
quit rappin’, start trappin’, tryna rap again
puttin’ miles on a kia, tryna sn_tch a benz
sprayed the car and double back, them n_ggas actin’ dead
they said i was the one, but i was lackin’ bread
now, i know to keep it on me, never lack again
i’m sendin’ p. eazy kicks when he at the feds
she was talkin’ down ‘bout the gang, so i got the head
[verse 5: overlord scooch]
bein’ broke taught a n_gga how to live with money
wakin’ up next to hoes, thinkin’ they stealin’ from me
my trust issues made me clutch pistols
when you up, they on your nuts, when you broke, they don’t f_ck with you
good luck with it, boy, i know how it go
i done sold a whole brick, i done sold out a show
water drippin’ off the piece, all the way to the floor
i make it look like i’m rich, selling eighfies a blow
you either listen to them or you listen to me
sn_tchin’ big off a chicken, yeah, it’s mission a wing
i ain’t put it back together, boy, you gettin’ it clean
and i ain’t never sold n0body no michigan weed
did time in the joint, n_gga, and i ain’t goin’ back
ain’t ‘pposed to be around no felons, and i’m knowin’ that
i’m holdin’ straps while i’m throwin’ cr_ps
wife beater on, cookin’ a o of crack
boy, you know it’s facts

[verse 6: peezy]
just made it back with two hunid of the finest
call my mexican and get two hunid on consignment
a’s on my report card, i turned in my assignment
had my first crack house when n_ggas wore breightling’s
bentley truck at bossa nova, order some lasagna
spin this b_tch around, i got a play at ace of diamonds
lookin’ for the sh_t i’m wearin’ today, you can’t find it
three thousand for a outfit, and it ain’t even friday
“finish up this load, then i’m done,” i told gozzy
then i got another load, sh_t, i tried it
twenty chains on, couple of them b_tches hidin’
told them, “ain’t no need to test drive this b_tch, ‘cause i’m buyin’ it”
[verse 7: payroll giovanni]
4_1
the sh_t i spit, make n_ggas get up off they ass
and quit trippin’ and try to stumble on some cash
used to double off of halves, tryna bubble to a slab
now, i push a coupe, stompin’ up the motherf_ckin’ ave
i’m a westside trafficker, you known for slappin’ dirt
when i [?], i put you on the front and back of shirts
you could grab a verse, or come grab a [?], sh_t, whatever works
b_tches lay the cheddar first, chasin’ p_ssy never works
born in a family where n0body had a job
you either sell dope or sell dope, you nothin’ if you rob
i engage in crack sales, b_tch, i’m married to the mob
stacks sloppy and flat, just a motherf_ckin’ slob
i’m a diamond linker, vacuum_sealed bag shrinker
you a small thinker, ass kisser, couch sleeper
my clique all leaders, trailin’ foreign car blinkers
headin’ to the club in a dozen two_seaters, n_gga (bylug)

- payroll giovanni peezy

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