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paid - g herbo & essex lyrics

[intro]
deezy
yeah, swervo, big g herbo, uh
oh, it’s okay
it’s gon’ be okay, i know that
might as well keep that
i got baby ess*x out here in the ‘raq with me
it’s okay, man

[verse 1]
i got my gun on my lap (four nickel)
still, i changed my life, i got my son on my lap
been on a run, i can’t nap, i had a run before rap
if i ain’t strapped, then we can scr*p (you know that)
but i was young makin’ it clap, no soulja
mention us, get whacked, i told you (grr)
chip always been on my shoulder
i got older, i got colder
swervo had a long start, f*cked it off in chrome heart
popped out with that .44, no pet, i let my dawg bark
p*ssy, i don’t think for you, i had to play my own part
when they hoes, n*ggas show it, i got rich and n*ggas know it
been in sh*t and never folded
got in jams and n*ggas tote it
paid bails like i owed it, wrecked the whip, they think i sold it (skrrt)
bodies droppin’, talkin’ slang a lot, you know we gotta code it (shh)
broski catch a case on my behalf, he know he gotta hold it
og and his kids golden, draco mini, i can’t fold it
f.n. registered with my security, and i got one that’s stolen (yeah)
you know what that mean, i gotta flee the scene (get out of there)
[chorus]
whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid
b*tch paid, n*ggas paid, never paid to get ’em slayed (b*tch)
took losses, n*ggas traded, cribs raided, still paid (still paid)
war time, n*ggas played, found out where them n*ggas lay (where they at?)
really paid

[verse 2]
my house got a maid, man, a young n*gga made it
in the shade, hundred out six, ayy, but can’t no n*gga fade us (what up?)
shoot to see low, hundred k on bets, two*hundred k your best
booked for shows, three or four months straight, eight*hundred k, no less
on the go, i can’t see my kids, i’m like, “okay, don’t stress”
n*ggas stressed, i hop in them whips, i’m like, “okay, i’m blessed”
go to church, i ain’t been in church, because i can’t confess
put in work, n*gga shot on me, i guess i ain’t contest (baow)
f*ck n*ggas, get stretched for testin’ me, i guess i ain’t the test
i’ve been doin’ shows for eighty gs, so now i came for less
swervo, i’m still yet to catch a hit, this street rap ain’t for peasants
n*ggas nervous in my presence, tryna make it pleasant (f*ck out of here)

[chorus]
whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid
b*tch paid, n*ggas paid, never paid to get ’em slayed (b*tch)
took losses, n*ggas traded, cribs raided, still paid
war time, n*ggas played, found out where them n*ggas lay
really paid

- g herbo essex lyrics

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