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letra de get the memo - steelz, rjmrla & $tupid young

[intro: rjmrla]
rj
uh

[chorus: rjmrla & $tupid young]
give my goony some bread, so he comin’ through your window
creepin’ on you with the pistol, hit you and your kinfolk
i don’t play around with rappers, i’ma keep this simple
i want the m’s and that’s it, you gon’ get the memo
don’t play with my paper, don’t play with my paper
i don’t need no more favors, just pay me my paper
uh, slide me my bread ($tupid young)
that green light on your head (uh, look)
don’t play with my paper

[verse 1: $tupid young]
please don’t play with my fetti (no, no)
creepin’ through your hood with a motherf-ckin’ semi’ (brrt)
hold up, i don’t think these n-ggas ready
see me in your nightmare like my name is freddy (ah)
we gon’ creep through his hood in a benzy (in a benzy)
leave his brains all red like spaghetti (like spaghetti)
got that 40 on me, i’ma hold it heavy
i been tryna dodge ucs in the chevy
hold up, n-gga, you know how i do
glocks on when opps out when we ride through
in and out through his block like a drive-thru (skrrt)
left a n-gga shirt all red like he from piru
it feel good when your neighborhood behind you (uh)
it feel good when the city cosign you (what?)
[chorus: rjmrla]
give my goony some bread, so he comin’ through your window
creepin’ on you with the pistol, hit you and your kinfolk
i don’t play around with rappers, i’ma keep this simple
i want the m’s and that’s it, you gon’ get the memo
don’t play with my paper, don’t play with my paper
i don’t need no more favors, just pay me my paper
uh, slide me my bread
that green light on your head
don’t play with my paper

[verse 2: rucci]
ayy, ayy, ayy, b-tch, i’m from naybors (go)
oaktown right now, on the field with the raiders (oak)
oh, you ain’t heard the latest? i’m the motherf-ckin’ greatest
ayy, what’s your motherf-ckin’ name? call me ruccdawg, baby
(go rucci), .357 in my 7 jeans
first time i sent a dumb b-tch, i was seventeen
ayy, you know i’m all about my paper
touch down in the bay, ghost ride on scr-per
suicide doors, still see the four hoes
got a pocket full of money, car tailin’ with my bros
b-tch, i’m the sh-t like a pimp named sl!ck back
give my homie some bread just to find out where you live at

[chorus: rjmrla]
give my goony some bread, so he comin’ through your window
creepin’ on you with the pistol, hit you and your kinfolk
i don’t play around with rappers, i’ma keep this simple
i want the m’s and that’s it, you gon’ get the memo
don’t play with my paper, don’t play with my paper
i don’t need no more favors, just pay me my paper
uh, slide me my bread
that green light on your head
don’t play with my paper
[verse 3: azjah]
f-ck a favor, had to grind for this (yeah)
they be talkin’, i don’t hear ’em, ain’t got time for this (nah, nah)
and all that cap up in your rap, we never mind the sh-t (ooh, ooh)
and all this ice up on my neck, i might just blind a b-tch
i just pulled up on a n-gga in a big body (yeah)
how’d you bust down the door? yeah, big body
hood rich, nice ‘fit like a l!ck probably
she be lackin’, she be lackin’ if she sit by me, ooh
all my n-ggas bang big crips and whoops (yeah)
plus outside the city, i’m gon’ stand for my troops (what?)
legendary, i should have my own shoe (yeah)
i’m feelin’ like snoop

- steelz rjmrla tupid young

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