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letra de rose anniversary - payroll giovanni

[intro]
(reuel, stop playing with these n-ggas)

[verse]
marble floor dreams, nine k on jeans
sixty pointers on sleeves, double m on the keys
baby, these n-ggas ain’t me, so i’m hard to get over
flip work, get rovers, was the model they showed us
whole fit rick owens, f-ck the n-ggas that owe us
tennis chain full of boulders, black truck full of soldiers
trail in back of the ‘bach, i had to manage a stack
to graduate to a hundred ball, a mill’ after that
fenkell ave. on the tats, the crib deep in the ‘burbs
i paint picturеs with raps, it’s like they seein’ the words
from a p to a bird, from a bird to lеgit
i had to curve your b-tch, somehow she still on my d-ck
rollie still on my wrist, it’s millions to get, i’m livin’ this sh-t (yeah)
a broke circle, i don’t fit in the sh-t (no)
flippin’ every cent tryna get richer then rich
i used to push my mama pontiac but pictured a bent’
i sold work out my mama whip while she was at work
been a hustler since birth, its a gift and a curse (yeah)
just bought the wife a birk’, spent your ice on a purse
you be chasin’ hoes with thirst, i’d rather put the money first (get money)
built this sh-t from the dirt, now this sh-t colossal
broke n-ggas leave me boggled, all you n-ggas do is follow
we deep in this sh-t, h-lla deep, celine goggles, yeah (googles, get money, n-gga)
i don’t f-ck with a lot ’cause a lot of n-ggas fake
behind your back, they a snake, but they smilin’ in your face (f-ck ’em)
i ain’t never needed no affiliation to get pape’ (never)
the man in the mirror is who keep all my sh-t straight (boy)
f-ck a big break, i made a mill’ off a mixtape (mill’)
before i’ll be a slave, i’ll disappear and just ship weight (yeah)
keep my circle tight ’cause n-ggas leeches and hoes
nowadays you might be teachin’ a foe
get dough and keep reachin’ your goals, n-gga (boy)
f-ck the struggle sh-t, double chips, get the ball again if you fumbled it (yeah)
f-ck the humble sh-t, i wish god gave me another wrist, just so i can flood it, b-tch (b-tch)
boy, that sh-t you flashed to me ain’t sh-t, go pay some f-ckin’ rent
get out that b-tch house
since a youngin’, it been new coupes, rollies, and big house (yeah)
took my family to a steakhouse and told ’em, “pig out” (it’s us)
sippin’ a mexican mule, laughin’ wit’ the wrist out (ha)
where a surgeon would dine at for anniversaries
i’m frequently at, rockin’ a rose anniversary
[outro]
yeah (boy)
i’m frequently at, rockin’ a rose anniversary
b-tch (get money, n-gga)
ball up (stop playin’)
colossal gio, b-tch

- payroll giovanni

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