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letra de confession - payroll giovanni

[intro: payroll]
b mills, what up though?
bylug
4-1

[verse 1: payroll]
started out dime-stashin’, now i’m into high fashion
ridin’ past in s-classes, when i walk, my neck clashin’
chains hittin’ other chains, every day, i’m duckin’ lames
braggin’ ‘bout that petty sh-t, boy, i’m in another lane
crib with electric gates, coupes with the paper plates
scr-pe and shake in place, help a n-gga get his paper straight
pocket-watchers tryna calculate what i make a day
‘cause i been wearin’ rose gold since miskeen and […]
pointers in the cross when i’m sayin’ grace, amen
outfit almost eight bands, your b-tch told me to make plans
told me meet her at the black party, b-tch, i’m weighin’ friends
sippin’ on tea with louis gloves warmin’ up on my hands
obviously, i ain’t your man
he a pill-poppin, nappy-head, tacky motherf-cker
i’m a smooth hustler
i drink dom p and wear snug tees that smell like creed
and flood neighborhoods anytime i’m sellin’ weed

[chorus: hbk]
my confession is i’m ballin’ on ‘em like it’s my possession
never restin’, only time i sit – i’m countin’ at the westin
they can’t f-ck with me, my competition is my reflection
my confession is i got a bad louis vuitton obsession
my confession: i can’t help but to buy some sh-t that i like
go to sleep, dream about diamonds, wake up and buy some ice
my confession: i had your b-tch suckin’ me all night
went to sleep […] and woke up in off-white
my confession

[verse 2: lil blade]
detroit n-gga blowin’ california cookie
i been doin’ this, i ain’t no muf-ckin’ rookie
had to grind for this sh-t, n-ggas think i just got lucky
last time you had a run, the pistons had rodney stuckey
everybody swear they up, everybody swear they ball
but pullin’ out the gps when it’s time to hit the mall
your b-tch blowin’ up my phone, but she still won’t get a call
when i leave out somerset, they give me round of applause, n-gga
pick my sister up from school with ‘bout twenty of ‘em
they like, “what your brother do?” she told ‘em listen to my songs
young, skinny n-gga, but i still got them big bucks
i been chillin’ lately, but you still can get your b-tch f-cked
all a n-gga talk is money, b-tch, i got the hiccups
one-on-one with your b-tch, like we playin’ pick-up
i’m the young og, you know i gotta remind
could’ve bought a whip, instead, i went to louis vuitton

[verse 3: cashout calhoun]
everything i’m talkin’, i’ve done it, i ain’t seen it
and everything that come out my mouth, i really mean it
and everything that come out your mouth, we can’t believe it
it’s some real n-ggas in hoods that know i’m g*nius
i ain’t hatin’, this sh-t all facts, yall n-ggas are all caps
if fakin’-til-you-make-it was a sport, yall be all champs
got sidetracked, took a year off just to stack it up
and i know how to play these n-ggas soon as i’m back up
all that lil’ p-ssy sh-t, “they onto me,” whack as f-ck
i just put thirty of ‘em things in back of a truck
sh-t be amazin’ to yall, don’t sh-t surpise me
you ain’t pulled up to church’s to serve a five-piece
i was dinin’ after nine, they was on a crime spree
with a toothpick in my mouth, smokin’ over the receipt
you can ask anybody, really did it in these streets
callin’ shotgun in that lamb- like it got assigned seats, n-gga

[outro: hbk]
bylug, n-gga
cashout calhoun, payroll giovanni, lil blade, what up though?
jeans and ballers, n-gga?
you know who this is – hb

- payroll giovanni

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