a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu payroll giovanni - rap $hit

[intro]
…when it comes to detroit, but then you have a lot of guys, like even doughboyz cashout. you got them. it’s so many, um, different guys from detroit where they have the potential, but it’s like, “oh, nah, this mothaf-cka too street for this sh-t.” you know what i’m sayin’?
you know, f-ck about this rap sh-t
yeah
been havin’ coupes, vips, jewelry, mansions
sh-t ain’t glow up

[verse 1]
two diamond chains on as i’m climbin’ out the nickel (yeah)
amiri jean saggin’, louis belt hold the pistol (yeah)
sh-ttin’ on these n-gg-s, wetter, taller than the tissue
money thicker than the book, our issue just caused an issue (boy)
i don’t need to f-ck with n-gg-s just to look official (nah)
when i left the game, it replied, “i’ma miss you”
i don’t know how to net beef or sneak diss you (no)
i’d rather send them k!llers at you n-gg-s with the missiles
i done sold every drug, paid off every plug (yeah)
closed out all tabs, iced the rollie, all cash
i don’t know dude, but his boss, that’s my main mans
don’t expect my results, we don’t take the same chances
my heart used to drop when i seen the raid van
had to get organized, then move like a made man (like a boss)
i was a youngin’ rockin’ prezis (rollies, all that sh-t)
that’s why a lot of sh-t don’t impress me
(i ain’t worried ’bout that sh-t, n-gg-)

[chorus]
b-tch, i been had sh-t (had sh-t)
still spendin’ money from my last flip (last flip)
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck about this rap sh-t (rap sh-t)
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck about this rap sh-t
i done lost it all and got it back, b-tch (back, b-tch)
i done went broke and got back rich (rich)
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck about this rap sh-t (rap sh-t)
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck about this rap sh-t

[verse 2]
i was on the road, doin’ shows, makin’ lil prose
spit more than what i got paid on clothes (f-ck it)
got my first deal, my advance was so low
i had that in a shoebox at my mama’s home
think i gave a f-ck about some summer jams? (give a f-ck, n-gg-)
i’m ’bout to get a vette after these hundred grams (a vette)
at the table countin’ stacks, breakin’ rubber bands (yeah)
if you ain’t counted real money, you won’t understand
you can be the f-ckin’ man, i just wanna be the rich one (yeah)
you like this watch? get a deal, you can get one (get one)
double doors, tall ceilings how the crib come
while i’m on the patio seein’ if the ribs done
while you on the ‘gram with an image
i’m livin’, don’t need approval from you lil’ n-gg-s (f-ck is you, n-gg-?)
i ain’t with the chit-chat (nah)
i get big stacks, n-gg-, i could quit rap
(could quit this sh-t, n-gg-)

- lirik lagu payroll giovanni

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI