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vert music - scootie wop, bigbreeze, & godfearin lyrics

[chorus: bigbreeze]
payroll bussin’ out the britches (bussin”)
got a bad lil’ mrs. (she bad)
no i’m not wastin’ no time (no time, no time)
gotta pray for the wicked (pray)
the devil say he really want smoke (want smoke)
that’s my cue to go fix it (gotta fix it)
i run through the hood cuz i’m good (on rack)
how ’bout then i kick it
they say i’m a heathen
i been ballin’ all season
seven souls tryna reach one
five a cent so they can’t see none

[verse 1: godfearin]
demons right on make ’em murder
walk in the buildin’ in turn
i be so fresh like a sergeant
stay in the coat like a surgeon
24/7 i’m workin’
i’m crеative with all of my verses
wе could prolly as much in the service
burberry stripes make ’em ’bout it
just took a trip out to cali
i always take on the challenge
i make it shred like some cheddar, yeah
all my brothers, you know like a rally
ain’t none, no more god can’t manage, yeah
i spit some bars like a felon
i seen them haters get jealous, huh
i seen them haters get jealous
ooh, you already know that i’m revvin’, huh
they don’t even know what they made me do, it was makin’ me look at ’em funny
i was just grindin’ all for the crews, and brothers we go get the money, huh
i can’t even take my lil’ boy to school cuz i feel like he ain’t going nothin’
i talk to god cuz he got me through
[chorus: bigbreeze]
payroll bussin’ out the britches (bussin”)
got a bad lil’ mrs. (she bad)
no i’m not wastin’ no time (no time, no time)
gotta pray for the wicked (pray)
the devil say he really want smoke (want smoke)
that’s my cue to go fix it (gotta fix it)
i run through the hood cuz i’m good (on rack)
how ’bout then i kick it
they say i’m a heathen
i been ballin’ all season
seven souls tryna reach one
five a cent so they can’t see none

[verse 2: bigbreeze]
bippity boppity
i took off all the spade, now we jealousy
i could see all the hate but no leavin’ me
big god gave me the grace and saved me from we, i was feelin’ weak
i was fightin’ these demons, i never sleep
i couldn’t even breathe, i was underneath
had to get released, now i feel relief, i got energy
i had to seek out the one that i love
who you gon’ call when you wanna get more
i told her i love her but i’m on the road
savin’ these souls that we did not before, payroll
[chorus: bigbreeze]
payroll bussin’ out the britches (bussin”)
got a bad lil’ mrs. (she bad)
no i’m not wastin’ no time (no time, no time)
gotta pray for the wicked (pray)
the devil say he really want smoke (want smoke)
that’s my cue to go fix it (gotta fix it)
i run through the hood cuz i’m good (on rack)
how ’bout then i kick it
they say i’m a heathen
i been ballin’ all season
seven souls tryna reach one
five a cent so they can’t see none

[verse 3: scootiewop]
on the block inside the church with the drug dealers
in the city everybody like “wassup with ya”
then my brother good to bad, then it stuck with ya
too much love for the beef, ima slug with ya
could be gone in the mornin’ so ima make it count with the time that we have
and forget about the homies, so ima bring the word to my dawgs in the trap
i pray to god for a brighter day
swear the hood not the same so i gotta maintain
r.i.p. lil’ j, there were shots in his brain
with this ptsd i can’t sleep in the safe
tell the city what i been through
whole lotta thing could be simple, yeah
i feel this pain cuz i’m with you
ballin’ hard every season
why my people keep on leavin’
but i gotta keep my head on straight
tell my dawg that it’s never too late
and i’m eating and you ain’t get a plate
ima show why god is great, yeah
[chorus: bigbreeze]
payroll bussin’ out the britches (bussin”)
got a bad lil’ mrs. (she bad)
no i’m not wastin’ no time (no time, no time)
gotta pray for the wicked (pray)
the devil say he really want smoke (want smoke)
that’s my cue to go fix it (gotta fix it)
i run through the hood cuz i’m good (on rack)
how ’bout then i kick it
they say i’m a heathen
i been ballin’ all season
seven souls tryna reach one
five a cent so they can’t see none

- scootie wop bigbreeze godfearin lyrics

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