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letra de gold on my smile - payday/pj

[chorus]
they hear my sh-t and they turn up the dial
they hear yo sh-t and they delete the file
i flex on yo b-tch
i put gold on my smile
i keep it spicy
i’ll never be mild
you really thought
that you had me
beguiled

[verse 1]
hating on me
when you ain’t got no style
that’s really tuff
y’all really sus
benjis the only one that i can trust
cha-ching
i want the money
it’s still not enough
runnin’ it up
b-tch eat my dust
i get the bread
you get the crust
rap on the mic
then the mic gon’ combust
everybody say the same thing
i’ma always be changing
stay rearranging
my flow go sick like gangrene
bars finna stay mean
head shot k!ll
without aiming
mic stay flaming
i don’t need no training
ice on my neck
(no skating)
ben 10 patek
(it’s amazing)
running up check
(no savings)
i’m upgrading
no debating
we ain’t in the same lane
but we racing

[verse 2]
meanwhile
rappers talkin’ sh-t
but they can’t freestyle
y’all got me confused
like my heads in the dryer
you can call me spyro
’cause i only spit fire
i be going crazy
b-tch i’m going haywire
i don’t believe the word
’cause you b-tches some liars
i be swerving all the bullsh-t
like some alcoholic drivers
my fame so low but it’s only gettin’ higher
you talking bout dinero
then you preaching to the choir
b-tch i’m really sharp like a briar
all you b-tches really dirty like a diaper
i’m major
y’all minor
you a p-ssy cat
payday be a tiger
we rockin’ da designer

- paydaypj

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