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lirik lagu young will - payday, everyday

getting money, everyday
i call it a payday!
who cares, what you gotta say?
smokin loud ta tha face! northside 30 g squad
getting money, everyday
i call it a payday!
who cares, what you gotta say?
smokin loud ta tha face! northside 30 g squad

1st verse:young will
my d~ck is in the shape of snake!
when it spit out venom, of babies
dat you can’t erase or escape from!
this king cobra, oh boy
ain’t making no noise
he got put to death, wit metal toys!
my mental, stronger than some folk law!
as, i praise ta tha lord!
to get more ca$h, than you ever seen boy
oh lord, i’m not hiding
tell them p~~~y n~~~~z, ta come find me
i got morе diamonds, in my jesus piece
that a blind you!
i keep firing. wit onе in the chamber
jesus is the only one that can manage my anger!
where i’m from, we k~~~ strangers
come from outta town, tryna to clown
you get laid down
leave u dna on these battleground!
if we don’t know ya
all, i get is the doeboy. an yes, i’m a soldier!
so, you know, i done told ya
so, you get leftover. slumped, over!
in tha driving seat, of ya jeep
love sosa, put ya cup on a koaster!
fa, i roast ya
2nd verse:step
do you want the ak, or do you want the ar
i got money, i got power
these b~~~~es call me, hitler
do i want some head, i tell that b~~~h super
h~lla blunts, b~~~~es spark up
n~~~az, wanna hate
i tell’em get they guap up
i’m finna start off, saying
stephon tha f~~~ing man
b~~~~es love ta do my dance
we f~~~ wit g.b.e. so, shout ta all da fans
that’s all i’m gonna say
northside 30 g, all day & we here to stay
f~~~ wit us, & we will erase squad!

3rd verse:profit
yo, in my town. i ain’t gotta get it
i just wait for’em to shine
an thru wit that whopper, sn~tch mine
these p~~~~es, never at tha top
so, i make sure
i get that guap, act up! boy stop
that uwop, make ya heart stop
we playing hockey, wit ya jewelry
while i’m toting heavy artillery
you don’t want no drama
i’m eating beats like domer, yall to calm
ain’t no glocks, in these palms
100 round drums & i don’t need no palms
i’m still in these slumz, if i don’t get it
i’m dumb, chasing after this paper!
my heart turned, numb. thank god, i done made it through the storm. everything, i do
i do fa my 1st born, if it ain’t money
i’m torn, we ain’t even concerned
them proceeds don’t add up! then, homie
we, we wild. ain’t no need ta dial out
or waving no towel out
hoe, homie! you foul out
chorus
getting money, everyday
i call it a payday!
who cares, what you gotta say?
smokin loud ta tha face! northside 30 g squad
getting money, everyday
i call it a payday!
who cares, what you gotta say?
smokin loud ta tha face! northside 30 g squad

- lirik lagu young will

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