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  • Текст песни Peezy - Paid In Full

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    Like to welcome all my niggas from uptown
    Downtown
    In-town, out of town, we got it goin’ on
    Helluva made this beat, baby!
    We the last 4-1
    It’s famous,  baby! Here we go!
    It’s the world’s famous 35 inaudible
    All my street niggas,  all my playa niggas
    All the niggas gettin’ paper
    Ladies lookin’ good, fellas bossin’ up
    We gettin’ money
    Westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, , baby

    4-1 thinkin’ of a master plan
    So, I can hit the dealership with my mans
    I need the Benz’s seats tan
    And the jewels rose gold
    All I need is one plug and two cellphones
    I used to sell stones
    (Yuh) hand-in hand as a shorty
    Couldn’t settle there
    I had to elevate my story (yeah)
    We was gettin’ bags back when bitches wore
    All these foreigns in the crew
    I hope Trump don’t deport me (Please)

    Diamond chains tangled up
    My neck be havin’ orgies (Yuh)
    Work all on the table next
    To scales and the 40 left the rap alone
    ‘cause this rap shit bore me
    Now, I’m back with more shit to talk
    Somebody please record me (Please)

    Rollie on my wrist and the
    Chain got the matchin’ gold
    Could catch a bag over here
    Before you catch a cold
    We keep our circle glued tight
    Ain’t no latchin’ on boy, we been the shit
    Bless your heart for just now catchin’ on
    (God bless you) i’m from a hood
    Where the goal is: have a slappin’ phone
    (Fink) flip a brick, switch whips
    Then we back at home (Yuh)
    And the ones that don’t hustle
    They just grab the chrome
    Then, we hire them as muscle
    Just to crack a dome (Bop)
    I had to play with fire for this ice (Yuh)
    Fuck a ho, I need a supplier in my life
    (yeah) "No, thank you" on them bricks
    I retired from the white
    That game include too many niggas
    Wired up with mics, uh
    My real killas – I don’t ever post (Never)
    Just know they all ears when my name is spoke
    (Yuh) you better watch the niggas
    That you playin’ close (Why?)
    Them the ones that gon’ spray you
    If I pay the most

    Back to the mission, stackin’ a ticket
    Passin’ in 6’s laughin’ at niggas
    These bitches actin’ suspicious
    In the mansion, we livin’, when work landin’
    We flippin’ the chains dancin’ and tickin’
    I got a passion to get it (Boy)

    I don’t take shots at niggas (Nah)
    He feedin’ his family
    Why would I stop that nigga?
    That’s crab shit
    A lot of niggas got it and then bash it
    You say you had chips but actin’
    Like you never had shit in high school, man
    They swore it was my dad whip (Ha)
    Years later, and they still on some mad shit
    (Fuck ‘em)
    That’s bullshit, I’m on some stackin’
    Livin’ good shit
    Whole crew ballin’ on some Paid in Full shit
    (BYLUG)

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