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letra de price you pay - dshmurd

[verse 1: dshmurd]
this sh-t bumpin’ loud as f-ck
fillin’ up my solo cup
yeah you know what the f-ck is up
we don’t f-ck around
so move the dough take off a pound
i need something for right now
f-ck the money i can always sell my stash for half a thou’
money is the problem but it makes her world go round
always feelin’ down b-tch at least i got my sound
i don’t need to climb no ladder f-ck the glasses they gon’ shatter
they ain’t built for all your cappers
time to start another chapter
fendi prada sachi all this sh-t yeah ain’t go matter
i just wanna live my life
ain’t gon’ live behind a camera
that’t the facts and where the staxx
are they hidin’ b-tch i’m hungry
man this sh-t ain’t f-ckin’ funny
i need food inside my tummy (yuh)

[chorus: dshmurd]
fill it up
fill it up
ain’t no saint b-tch all the samе
all this pain it ain’t gon’ change
this your life this ain’t a game
what a motha f-ckin’ shamе
you a lame
you don’t care about n0body but yourself and that’s a price you f-ckin’ pay
[verse 2: dshmurd]
ain’t got nothing else to gain
what the f-ck you even saying
you don’t understand the cost
from the looks you’re getting lost
only you know if you want it
shootin’ rounds they super sonic
semi-auto you ain’t matic
rip the 30 let em’ have it ( let em’ motha f-ckin have it, sh-t)

[verse 3: dshmurd]
cuz you a judger not a lover
you would rather see them suffer
hidin’ straight behind a rubber
f-ck the money it don’t matter
i just want the f-ckin’ platter
take my homies up the ladder
cuz i know they ain’t gon’ shatter
they some real ones ain’t no cappers
they some motha f-ckin’ trappers
hit the party pop a halfer
don’t remember sh-t right after
chug the 40 down it faster
down to pop another halfer
sell the drugs and make some dough
we gon’ spend that sh-t right after
now my pockets looking fatter
spend that sh-t it ain’t gon’ matter (it ain’t gon’ matter, yeah b-tch motha f-cka ain’t gon’ matter)
[chorus: dshmurd]
fill it up
fill it up
ain’t no saint b-tch all the same
all this pain it ain’t gon’ change
this your life this ain’t a game
what a motha f-ckin’ shame
you a lame
you don’t care about n0body but yourself and that’s a price you f-ckin’ pay (f-ckin’ pay yuh, yeah motha f-cka that’s the price you f-ckin’ pay, ain’t got nothin else to gain you the same and these f-ckin’ b-tches always say they lame)

- dshmurd

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