Payroll Giovanni

Payface
Al esfuerzo y al heroísmo de una revolución... ¡No los queremos! ¡No los necesitamos! When the rap seemed to fumble up, my only thought is cop grams Double up, you looking at a hustler When I see you, I see a customer a bunch of fucking drug addicts Everytime I'm out in Cali, I'm a plug magnet We push coupes and trucks, strapped with big pumps And rock jeans that stuffed up with big chunks What they doing I don't really give a big fuck They still tryna impress hoes we been fucked I'm in the Benz, Moncler bubble coat I used to watch mom's wearing bubble coat They like [?] you a shame your folks Nah, motherfucker it was my coke We Dom sippers, that stay fresh like prom pictures Mob niggas, we bosses come get a job with us Get that camera out my face, I don't like pictures Guess I'm stuck in my ways from all that white flipping Just had a dream me and B was in the Ghost Laughin' 'bout the past when we used to sell dope Had to bob and weave with my back against the ropes You hustle for bitches weaves, I was out there for my folks Broke ass nigga ain't never seen a 100 gram Know some real work, if you did you do the runner man Think this shit a game 'til they find you in a garbage can Letras de cancionesWhy your mans tweeting, he ain't even do nothing damn I avoid all the dumb shit Stay away from you cause I avoid all the bum shit Fiends used to have to see me or they couldn't function Didn't feel guilty, I just gotta stay pumping Pocket full of presidents, I'm far from your nigga like my residence When the fuck you gon' learn your lesson bitch Pull up to the club, niggas sippin' need medicine So many Caddy trucks they thought it was the president Pay me what you owe, I ain't tryna hear no extra shit Or we gon' snap your motherfucking neck like the exorcists Middleschool I was gettin' picked up in Lexuses Corvettes and shit, raised by dealers with gold necklaces Had the spot set up like dispensaries Way before dispensaries, nigga check your history Niggas background unknown, boy you a mystery I'm who you boys attempt to be Get used to me or get sick off me From Letras Mania