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letra de og ron c - payup! game

[verse 1: ellz]

yurp swig on the brewy and burp
lit up a doobie of purp
kinda chin-chilla to heat you in winter i merge
lanes, pin up a up list up of lames
putting my fist up and swing
houston slabbin’; 84 spokes on the paint
“trilla” rozay in his day, hard
soften the white in this age, 8
zero you n-ggas in multiples
king of the jungle i hope that you load a few
c-ck it and think i’m approachable show
you what beef is the poachable potent to
n-ggas ain’t noticed who the f-ck i’ am
lengend; prince of belair
chevrolet readin belair
sit in that bucket seat repeat my f-ck it sheet
bucket list young’n sh-t like a old n-gga
wrinkle in time put a wrinkle in eyes
and a drop in they jaws if you listen and pause
all the b-tchin’ i’m on all the women i’m on
cause i was raised by two of em, so i stay wit two of em
awkwardest evenings zack morris you screeches
saved by the bell, catch yo -ss on the weekend
i schooled on ’em

[hook]

f-ck that noise i’m po’d up
f-ck that noise i’m po’d up
f-ck that noise i’m po’d up
og ron c, i’m slow’d up
x2

[verse 2: cherele]

look in my eyes, turn n-ggas to stone
my n-gga, i’m stoned, i’m kissing the sky
break me down, roll me up, tell me how high
i get you when you inhale my desire
similar to the buzz my drugs provide
mix me with double cups of purple tide
now you addicted, so lifted, admit it
i opened your mind just to see what’s inside
traded diplomas for weed & coronas
lend me your brain, i was looking for donors
off with your head, if you park it you’re dead
so come try to keep up or get buried alive
saying you would, now you claiming you don’t
it’s really simple, you will or you won’t
blunts full of pressure, this don’t take no effort
just hit it then p-ss up that torch to the side
pour it now, in my cup
break it down, light it up
if you bout what i’m bout then you don’t give a f-ck

[hook]

[verse 3: andré desaint]

tell me, where did i go?
why is everything moving so slow?
if i take another sip, she gon’ be loving it
don’t ask me nothing; i know what i know
pour me a cup and let’s give it a go
highly intelligent; ignorant flow
‘i used to love h.e.r’ to ‘kick in the door’
but ya’ll don’t hear me though
n-gga i’m throw’d
n-gga i’m throw’d n-gga i’m throw’d
everyone asking me: “bruh where yo’ eyes at?”
got that good sh-t? let me buy that
what you sipping on? let me try that
man, i wish i could say where my mind’s at
but i really just cannot explain it
yeah, i drove there and i got home
but i really don’t know how i made it
so i guess we can say i was faded
i ain’t holding back and i’m loving it
got a screw tape, and a southern chick
middle fingers up for the government
while you n-ggas be all at the club and sh-t
i be making that sh-t that go
and i ain’t tryna hear bout all your problems n-gga
f-ck that noise i’m po’d

[hook]

- payup game

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