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letra de pay me - k7thefinesser

[intro: k7thefinesser]
ayy

[chorus: k7thefinesser]
i just met this white b-tch, she wanna pay me
i’m already likin’ the b-tch, but she ain’t lazy
she type of b-tch to drive most you n-ggas crazy
she got more money than you, sh-t funny, [?] brady
i just met this white b-tch, she wanna pay me
i’m already likin’ the b-tch, but she ain’t lazy
she type of b-tch to drive most you n-ggas crazy
she got more money than you, sh-t funny, [?] brady

[verse 1: k7thefinesser]
she the type of b-tch to make most of you n-ggas pay for it
she gon’ bring the money back to me, i’ma wait for it
shoot out [?] with this glock, i don’t play forward
brand-new piece, i just drove up my save for it
my b-tch can’t hand me the loaf ’cause i’ma always sn-tch it
triggеr finger itchin’, n-gga, i stay with a ratchet
my car got the horsе logo like the dallas mavericks
i got the sauce and the green, i’m a caesar salad
you wanna f-ck with my b-tch, pay me, she in plastic
ballin’ on you n-ggas either, i ain’t gotta practice
you would never catch me lackin’ ’cause i’m always packin’
puttin’ ism in her ear, game sharp as a cactus
[chorus: k7thefinesser]
i just met this white b-tch, she wanna pay me
i’m already likin’ the b-tch, but she ain’t lazy
she type of b-tch to drive most you n-ggas crazy
she got more money than you, sh-t funny, [?] brady
i just met this white b-tch, she wanna pay me
i’m already likin’ the b-tch, but she ain’t lazy
she type of b-tch to drive most you n-ggas crazy
she got more money than you, sh-t funny, [?] brady

[verse 2: jumpman trav]
i’m goin’ crazy, i might shoot g baby
the gang got a switch, fifty shots in two seconds
if he get out of line, send him to heaven
slap a b-tch n-gga, i feel like k7
.223s, f&ns and five-sevens
actin’ lifeless, you know how we rock
don’t make me turn to uncle ruckus from the boondocks
b-tch n-gga pumped him up and got his balloon popped
got him body rocked, his lil’ homie shot
big brother popped, and that’s all bad (that’s all bad)
hope you n-ggas try me, then he toe taggin’
never comin’ back and that’s that, n-gga, you mad (n-gga, you mad)

- k7thefinesser

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