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letra de payroll - tee grizzley

[chorus: tee grizzley]
backend all hundreds, they know how i want it
when we slide all choppers, they know how i’m coming
tried to hide at his momma’s, they know how i’m coming
sent you a picture of her house, come out, dummy
hit-boy

[verse 1: tee grizzley]
spray on cologne (what’s that?)
that’s eleven hundred (okay)
the shoe on my feet, a pound a run, dior runners (wooh)
my whole ‘fit cost about ten bands
all together 60 racks, i got 50 in my pants
i, looked up to payroll growin’, lil’ b-tch i’m from the d
play with the yayo growin’ up, lil’ b-tch i’m from the streets
lil’ bro be bangin’ and you know how my lil’ n-gga bleed
put on that mask, knock on your door, this ain’t no trick or treat
them n-ggas out here broke, i promise i don’t feel sorry
you ain’t show up on no money but you showed up to the party (bankrolls)
broke ass n-ggas, i don’t feel sorry for you
barely legally r-t-rded, every month they boy get money, ayy
can’t let no hoe get in my head ’cause ain’t no hoe in me
and get the f-ck out asap when you get off your knees
in miami, me and zoey on them skis
we ain’t out here havin’ fun, we out here lookin’ for some ki’s, n-gga
i heard they floatin’ ’round them water, had to come and see (i did)
clean n-gga in every way but i got dirty piece (smoke)
n-gga owe me, make ’em roll and he gon’ work for free (on gang)
you cut me off, it hurt but you hurt yourself more than me (b-tch)
n-ggas praise and respect too much hoe sh-t (too much hoe sh-t)
he too friendly with the opps, get ’em both zip (get ’em both)
hot n-gga, keep a cold b-tch, froze rich
granny called like “you on the news”, i’m like “oh sh-t”
let me hit that sh-t, now you can say you f-cked a k!ller b-tch (b-tch)
they ain’t with us, they against us, f-ck them n-ggas b-tch (f-ck ’em)
jumpin’ out the benz truck with the cutter n-gga (grrra)
’cause every day it’s a new reason not to trust these n-ggas
ain’t n0body gettin’ away with doin’ no b-tch sh-t (at all)
i don’t drink ’cause i get drunk and i talk big sh-t
sneak dissin’ won’t do sh-t but get your b-tch hit
when you see me shut your mouth or get your sh-t split (boy)
do my dirt by myself don’t need assistance (don’t need assistance)
you hatin’ me and i don’t know that you exist, b-tch (don’t even know)
she text her homegirl like “look at wrist, b-tch”
she text back “i seen him first, get off his d-ck, b-tch”
criminal or millionaires, n-gga i’m both
when you come that, they follow you, you know how it go
i know exactly where i’m from and who i am, i ain’t ashamed
but the love ain’t the same after fame, that’s a shame
i be fresh but i ain’t gunna, give a f-ck about no clothes
swear i care ’bout everything but give a f-ck about no hoe
listen we is not the same, you say “door”, i say “dough”
you say “floor”, i say “flow”, you say “for sure”, i say “fasho”
n-ggas diss rap n-ggas but they don’t show up to no show
your momma must’ve been a hoe ’cause you call everybody bro
i only wanna hit her ’cause she thinkin’ she fine
looks matter, sh-t if god don’t like ugly, why should i? (aye b-tch)

[chorus: tee grizzley]
backend all hundreds, they know how i want it (they know)
when we slide all choppers, they know how i’m coming (they know)
tried to hide at his momma’s, they know how i’m coming (what?)
sent you a picture of her house, come out, dummy (grrra)

[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
when you see me, i’m with the same team
and i still got my clientele from my mid-teens
gotta watch for them people, they tryna pin kings
if they livin’ like kingpins, what’s a legit dreams?
i started out small time but i had big dreams
i used to nickel and dime, right on my ten speed
she compare the man to pay, i told her, “b-tch, please”
you begged the hoe to stay, i told her, “b-tch, leave”
this watch over thirty k, this a brick sleeve
this a small beneficial when you big league
you flipped the script on your people, i just filp g’s
i used to fill fiends needles, now they feelin’ me
they like “oh yeah, finkle in this b-tch”
if his watch melt, we gon’ be sinkin’ in this b-tch
the game natural to me, i be seasonin’ this sh-t
you just in the way, what is your reason to exist?
three n-ggas with me but we leavin’ in the 6
might see me on fire, mob fleein’ from a flip
smellin’ like new money, reekin’ through a fit
count money, stash money then retreat to a trip (n-gga)

- tee grizzley

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