Lyrics:
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
them the real Braves
Bitches showing ass and titties to get the rent paid
I miss the real A
I remember when Atlanta was just itty bitty (this ain't
by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr o'Reilly, Mr limbaugh, Mr
talkin shit
We out here tryin to get paid in a major way
Come on
I rock a six like that
From my dubs in the club, sippin Cris' like that
Pop
of beer.
So I workin real hard and not gettin' paid
And I'm sick of this life and I gotta get a break
And I just cant get by anymore.
I've been real
that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
Trae so hood bitch I am the truth
I get paid bein
[Intro/Chorus - Never]
(Playas)
Mack lack justa messed up the game
(Playas)
Messed it up for the real playas who gave it the name
(Playas,
a whole bunch of pack and I'm known to get paid
Went to college and fuck bitches about every day
Graduated, went back to D.C., bitch, back in D.C
U.P.T,
this a game of Battleship
I won't hesitate to sink your sail cause I ain't tryna quit
Doing what I have to to get paid in full won't have to split
Get my
(Intro)
Chorus: PULL UP THE MANDEM FASTER, NEW BLACK ARMOUR CALL ME TCHALA, MUFASA, GOTTA WICKED GRIME LIKE MUFASA, BACK THEN, BACK THEN MANDEM
Intro
These some new chapters in my life
So let's get into it
Verse 1
This a new chapter in my life bro so you know I gotta get it right bro
Every
get it by a lot
Everybody can tell that I'm shining
Everything I touch turns gold, boy, I feel like a goat
Feel like I'm chosen
I made it, I made it
treat you like shit when rising
Playing free shows to levitate like Aladdin
After shows, it's crazy how we go through fiascoes just to get Luu paid
a bank
Need a house by the lake
With some money in the safe
Gotta run it up
They say that things change when the money come
When you get paid you gon' run
mid-grade
Without a job, yeah I still get paid
I am one, don't work one
Get blown up by a real one
You bothered and real salty
On the beat and track and I
talkin' real crazy the gang gonna get him
I skate my class and dismiss him
My life is a blessin'
And voices on me cause I'm checkin'
That boy he be talkin'
will get plugged
'cause I'm a gangsta out that Val.
Again a true fuckin'' thug
Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off
it.
Hook:
Baby do it big like me. She a real one just like me. She dont need a nigga just like me. Get her own bag just like me. Built a empire up
a turn..Get what you earn
So if you wanna do "good here" don't get a perm
What's real don't change..It's just that simple
See lust, that's sinful..Gotta trust
All the shade, shade
Always thrown my way
But I guess I gotta flex
On these fucking sweet flakes
All the paid, paid
All these bitches be fucking paid
TAKE OFF (INTRO)
******(Verse 1: Eddie Meeks)
Knockin' days down, yeah it's gettin' so close
And I'm hoping this travels from coast to coast
Way back
all night
Bitch you know I fuck all night
Cuz Im addict on have sex
Cuz Im addict on get paid
Cuz Im addict on get money
Cuz Im addict on the check
Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head
Aight, aight, get the big shit
No bullshit, it's time
[Intro: Bizzy]
The Lord can feel my soul, we are never alone
Bone smokin sticks and stones
Words can never hurt me, have no evil
Where do we go from
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