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pay up - reap3r lyrics

intro
just let it breathe, just let it breathe
uh. hey. hey. hey. hey. hey. hey
i think you better drop the beat right now

hook
money made ‘em move for its hard to be positioned
i just wanna play it cool but these fools tripping
running round the city tryna get these bops popping
so you see me errday pushing for my geez hey
the rapper said – pay up, the poet said – pay up
the drummer said – pay up, the singer said – pay up
the dancer said – pay up, the preacher said – pay up
‘cause every time we in the kitchen, man we serving (man we serving)

verse 1

…apologies your excellence
that money making machine you making is ignorance
maybe that’s what open for business is really meaning
and i’m really wondering how the youths can be relating to this
i’m breaking – hearts – in a couple seconds
i might be joe hartin’ but i’ll never leave the takaship
so you wana tiki this, me and god had a pep talk
the whole squad surge, still i wonder what eddy had
we gon declare every studio session a prayer session
dear lord, forgive me for i stray at times
the bullet had to fall back-his drawers had to go up
‘cause every time we slap the women, we be k!lling nations
destiny is manifesting, i am always ready
i got my game on parc de princes – i need var
god had the angels on the television waiting
when he points the penalty spot – the homies win

hook

verse 2

now you wanna rap like that (like that) – now you wanna talk like that (like that)
now you wanna flex like that (like that) – so you wanna die like this (like this)
and you getting money like that (like that) – are we gonna talk about this (‘bout this)
things i’d wanna get now (get now) – might be attainable later
i might be dreaming – cyclones and volcanoes
i heard my crush died – can i go lukau on her (lord)
they don’t believe we resurrecting homies on a daily
so they post about the lula – shifting our focus
my god (pray reap3r) – will they play this in the church?
now i’m sceptical about the way they taught me ‘bout your word
i should be loving my neighbour as myself on a daily
but the way i been in their pockets is evident of fraud
oh-my-god, let me slow down (slow down reap3r)
i had to get the brake pads as i had to break the pad
take the flow up cairo on or tambo
uuuh, sorry. oops i did it again
get everybody with the oil lamps for the time coming
time’s running – your cup’s runneth over
still bones, dry lands – we still wacko
i guess the word is thriller and off the wall at the same time (same time)

hook

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