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letra de all day everday (feat. payroll giovanni, big quis & baby l) - hbk kidd

[intro: payroll]
yeah, bylug
bosses
boss up, n-gga

[chorus: payroll]
all day and every day, we get money everyway
we put rocks in heavy chains, and you know that presi- bang
all day and every day, we get money everyway
we put rocks in heavy chains, and you know that presi- bang

[verse 1: big quis]
the worst thing a girl can you is that “b” word
and i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout “b-tch”, i’m talkin ‘bout “broke”
i walk around with a twenty-thousand dollar loaf
and i’ll k!ll any n-gga play me like a hoe
yeah, beam on the .40, let’s play laser tag
i was down and out, now, i’m gettin’ major cash
every verse i write, i’m tryna make a hater mad
i f-cked her ‘cause i look good, i heard you ate her ass
one, two, three, four, five charms on
my ex left when i was broke, now, her heart broke
i got pictures at museums and the art show
i be gettin’ a million views, i’m a star, hoe
black tee, designer-sneakers, and a bunch of ice
everything these n-ggas rap about a f-ckin’ lie
ridin’ ‘round with hb, diamonds hd
everybody, hold your money up and say, “cheese”

[verse 2: hbk]
fake n-ggas tellin’ lies, got you brainwashed
she spilled cris- on me, “b-tch, l!ck the stains off”
how a n-gga livin’ life, can’t complain, dawg
and my chain don’t dance, but the chain talk
it be like
“come here, b-tch. you wanna f-ck the n-gga wearin’ me?”
a pair of jeans a rack, i’m the sh-t, b-tch, apparently
way back when you was waitin’ on the fairy – sleep
i was f-ckin’ on daughters when they parents sleep
sara lee ain’t gettin’ bread like me
too $hort ain’t gettin’ head like me
i’m a boss, can’t say it like me
your great-grandma ain’t gettin’ meds like me
ain’t a friend like me, when we go out, you don’t spend
and my jeweler with stacks, ‘bout to go out with a fridge
meet at the westin, don’t go out to the crib
ain’t a b-tch in my city who ain’t go out with the kid, ‘cause

[verse 3: baby l]
when it comes to this vs sh-t, it’s no floss
if your sh-t ain’t drippin’, you’ll prolly wanna take it off
play your tuck-in game, but sh-t, add a lil’ sauce
‘bout to give you some game, dawg, you ‘bout to risk it all
diamonds all cloudy, steady screamin’ you a boss
spent a cool twelve-hunid, and you really tryna floss?
and these hoes super stupid, they ain’t know how to sack right
your man fugazy, b-tch, you ain’t got no braggin’ rights
see the boys over there, chain bright light
d-mn near in the back of the club like a strobe light
and your man standin’ there, hatin’ a n-gga that’s in it
sick, wish it be authentic
if your jewels ain’t lit, baby l won’t be in it
but i’m fresh than a motherf-cker, stacks in my denims
and the game was still cold before the presidential’s
don’t too much flossin’, but these hoes know i’m winnin’

- hbk kidd

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