Paroles de la chanson Paid Off par Rowdy Rebel

Chanson manquante pour "Rowdy Rebel" ? Proposer les paroles
Proposer une correction des paroles de "Paid Off"

Paroles de la chanson Paid Off par Rowdy Rebel

[Fivio Foreign]
Wait, wait, wait
AyoAA
Uh

[Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel]
All of this money paid off
I take a Perc' and start the day off
I get a big car and race off
They know the shooter comin' if they cough
Man, brand new forty take his face off
Jump in this 'Rarri and I just skate off
Pull up to the party with my Draco
Make a nigga dance like he was J-Lo

[Fivio Foreign]

Yeah, gotta get rich (Huh)
You can't party if you not on the list (Nah)
I don't love her, I don't lie to the bitch
All these guns we got inside of the whip (Uh, woo)
Yeah, pull up to the side of your whip (Skrrt)
Huh, shots fired (Baow)
Bullets is firin' out of the clip (Uh)

[Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel]
All of this money paid off
I take a Perc' and start the day off
I get a big car and race off
They know the shooter comin' if they cough
Man, brand new forty take his face off
Jump in this 'Rarri and I just skate off
Pull up to the party with my Draco
Make a nigga dance like he was J-Lo

[Rowdy Rebel]
Niggas talkin' this and that, fuck the chitter chat
Bet you I can get him whacked (grrt)
Bet you if he send them niggas for me
My lil' nigga with me, gonna send him back (my lil' nigga with me gon' what?)
'Member when such and such left, ol' boy stuck, I remember that (I do)
We ain't really gon' get into that (I won't)
Niggas know I hate the internet (baow)
Five years I was locked down
My sixth year was my best year (huh)
Came home to some fresh gear (woo)
Headin' in to the the next year ('til the next year)
In the crib countin' blue faces

I ain't leavin' out until the check's cleared ('til the check's cleared)
No one keep callin' my phone
Like bro, where you at, two-way, the jet here (I'm on my way)
All of my niggas is hitters
We play for the Mets here (baow, baow, baow, baow)
I step up off jets to the check
You know the Patek clear (know the Patek clear)
If I put this shmoney to my left ear, that's all I hear (that's all I hear)
And my circle was full with some killers
My niggas don't do the squares (don't the what?)
When I walk in the room with Givenchy
I bought more than two pair (bought more than two pairs)
My niggas be wavin' this TEC

They lookin' like, "Who cares?" (They lookin' like, "Who cares?")
And, my niggas be ballin' for real
You niggas can't hoop here (you niggas can't hoop here)
All white inside this Maybach, outside root beer (outside, what?)
I'm 'bout to Bentley the coupe (skrrt)
I'm 'bout to Fendi the boot (ooh)
Fifteen hundred for some shoes might go to jimmy choo
Pull up with a nigga boo, not because a nigga cute
Pockets on B-I-G, she know I get to the loot (baow, baow, baow)
She know I play with them tools

[Fivio Foreign]

Uh, we had to walk in the spot with three letters (Baow)
Niggas givin' me a weak bladder (It is, uh)
I took a Perc' and I breathe faster (Yeah)
That boy only came for a verse, the little cheap bastard
And she answer the questions that we asked her (Yeah)
She answer the questions that we asked her (Uh)
And, I'm smokin' a blunt, the weed master (Uh, yeah)
Gettin' home (Gettin' home), a nigga front, he gettin' banged on (Baow)
A nigga front, he gettin' banged on (Uh)
Just imagine us both on the same song (Yeah, uh)
And, we got Flex in this bitch (Huh)
We gon' send him every session we did
Yeah look, they know the rules, they know not to diss (Look, huh)

Shooter with me and he know not to miss (Baow)
Ain't know the rules and they go in the whip (Skrrt)
I got it on me (I got it on me, uh, yeah) and I know I shouldn't be holdin' this shit
I give a fuck if you blowin' your grip (I give a fuck if you blowin' your grip, yeah)
I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' money)
I give a fuck if you, yeah, look (Oh, shit)
I only think bad stuff, uh (I only think bad stuff)
I take a Perc' and get smacked up (I do)
Bitch, it's Fivio Foreign, I'm back up (Uh)
I walk in a room and they back up (Uh)
Them niggas broke, huh (Them niggas broke)
Them niggas tabs up, look (Them niggas tabs up)
Yeah (Yeah), all of the opps are bad luck (Uh, woo)

Paroles.net dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)