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letra de no barz 2 - paybach prince

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oh
run me my bands n-ggas

where my bands at
where my bands at
aye, where my bands at
don’t waste my time n-gga
where my bands

put tax on my time n-gga
where my bands at (run it)
oh you ain’t got it n-gga, lemme see that cash app (bet)
me out in miami beach front kickin sand back
take a bad b-tch to eat lunch where her man at

(where yo man)

this loose leaf got me talkin all kinds of sh-t
i got this one n-gga buy me all types of sh-t
new trick so he talkin all kind and sh-t
og, kush, i ain’t really with the typin sh-t

whip the dose up
might mix up this b-tch i call my cali “soca”
won’t step out this sh-t unless i f-ck the door up
still ain’t got bars
gotta lock thеse ho’s up
lemme mop thеse hoes up
aye
we gone hit the road then we hit up saks (saks)
im the alpha wolf runnin wit them packs (packs)
all b-tches tens all my b-tches bad (facts)
oakland california all the way to sac (sac)

not too many friends
count some enemies (blllllah)
‘sace on the chest and it’s on the sleeves
they gone say who want it i’m gone show you greed (greedy)
what’s that on my feet yea they know the creed (mcqueen )

yes i’m really p’d
posted on the scene
i’m the type of n-gga like to sell a n-gga dreams
look em in his face and tell him all these dirty things
30 in the waist but can you make the cali sing

i’m the only n-gga out pushin state lines
balmain jeans double ccs like some gang signs
introduce ya b-tch to new money and some great guys
heard he in the closet
hope that n-gga got some hang time
i’m the one not the two
real boss n-gga
this that bird this that flu real cough n-gga
come from a city where these n-ggas real off n-gga
drop sh-t bip whips and peel off wit it it

(skrrrrrrtttttt)

yeah, you know what the f-ck time it is, look

2nd flow i’m on you broke ass ho’s
type to get some money then you spend it all on clothes
ran through box ass ho been exposed
shoulda listened to me when i told you let it go

i don’t even call back
he textin me in all caps
i like to play games too
aim it at his ball cap

we gone give ‘em all slaps
i might give ‘em all rap
pull up wit that long strap
heavy in my fall bach

you run pon mi bwoy i ain’t gone stop you
i ain’t even gone fight imma pop you
you see my n-ggas on the right been clocked you and if i tell a dog to bite b-tch gotchu
wait, hold up , a b-tch mad
cause imma always have whatever this ho never had

too m-th-f-ckin bad
tooo m-th-f-ckin bad

yea stupid ass, stupid ass b-tch
you stupid ass, stupid ass b-tch

let’s go, where my bands at

- paybach prince

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