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letra de paycheck - dashius clay

[dashius clay]
cause i work hard for my paycheck (paycheck)
every single day (day)
every single night (night)
i put my life in danger (ya)
i work hard for my paycheck (for my paycheck)
three sixty five (five)
twenty four seven (seven)
these n-gg-s finna pay me, (pay)
i work hard for my paycheck (my paycheck)
i pur my life in danger (danger)
i put my life in danger (danger)
every single day (day)
cause i work hard my paycheck (for my paycheck)
twenty for seven (twenty)
three sixty five (five)
these n-gg-s finna pay me (pay)

i’m the jordan belfort of this rap sh-t, rap sh-t
the wolf of the wallstreet but only trap sh-t, trap sh-t
give me my dividends
you get a fraction, fraction
you know what the sad is, sad is
faction!
i ain’t ever had a dollar i ain’t had to sweat for
so you better have my money if i sent for it
better not have three if i said four
sh-t, why you even f-ckin with the set for?
put it in an enevelope and put my name on it
i ain’t talkin verified either
i ain’t talkin check on your feet
i’m talking bout a check i can eat

cause i work hard for my paycheck (paycheck)
every single day (day)
every single night (night)
i put my life in danger (ya)
i work hard for my paycheck (for my paycheck)
three sixty five (five)
twenty four seven (seven)
these n-gg-s finna pay me, (pay)
i work hard for my paycheck (my paycheck)
i pur my life in danger (danger)
i put my life in danger (danger)
every single day (day)
cause i work hard my paycheck (for my paycheck)
twenty for seven (twenty)
three sixty five (five)
these n-gg-s finna pay me (pay)

[bwa ron]
big dog in the coup
pullin up with a swoop
n-gg- im r-t-rded
running up the bag, running up a check
n-gg- all the b-tches say that im balling
got it out the mud
shedded blood and tears
open my mouth and you see a chandelier
i would never ever show that im in fear
run up on me and you get your cap peeled
run up a bag
saggin my pants with polo on my -ss
n-gg- you mad
get out your feelings and go get a bag
hop out a jag
ridin around and i dont need no gas
sellin dope to the neighbors
give a f-ck about a hater

[dashius clay]
money over b-tches been the motto for a minute now
sh-t im runnin thru the bread like a in and out
sh-t i got enough that i could get a vowel
but it ain’t enough i could get em out
ain’t a dollar ima skip like bayless
sh-t im trying to live life painless
but they wanna leave a motherf-cker brainless. cause tryinna to get a check is kinda dangerous
all my life, all my life i been brave
trying to make $1.37 now out of 15 cents
ain’t a mothaf-cka out here workin harder than the boy dash clay
that’s why i be lookin at yall like f-ck you pay me

- dashius clay

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