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pay me - sir rome lyrics

[chorus: sir rome]
bout to take a trip, yeah, we going straight to haiti
b*tches really playing about my money, better pay me
she was wondering maybe, but nah, i ain’t her baby
i been through so much sh*t, that i think i’m going crazy
bout to take a trip, yeah, we going straight to haiti
b*tches really playing about my money, better pay me
she was wondering maybe, but nah, i ain’t her baby
i been through so much sh*t, that i think i’m going crazy

[verse 1: sir rome]
i been through so much sh*t, that i think i’m going crazy
been smoking cali runtz, got me feeling a lil’ lazy
been getting so much money, tryna stack it like jay z
i ain’t got no type, she started thinking that i’m swae lee
i keep this sh*t real, man i guess that’s why they hate me
i keep my mouth quiet, it’s because a n*gga pain deep
don’t get me started, ’cause a n*gga get angry
i get the job done, just as long as you pay me
and if you f*cking don’t, beat yo’ ass like dababy
throw this b*tch out, you can call me tom brady
going cross the waters, like i was in the navy
i want a f*cking wraith, not no godd*mn mercedes
i keep an umbrella, just incase it start raining
you know the gang coming, b*tch we get straight training
this b*tch so f*cking dirty, man i thought she had some rabies
got another b*tch, i think she plan to have my babies
[pre chorus: young ez]
yeah she wanna have my baby
told that b*tch, she gotta “pay me”
tryna skrrt off in a new mercedes
that b*tch is kinda crazy
why these n*ggas moving kinda shady?
i been grinding like i’m on my skating
yeah, like i’m skating
yeah, told that b*tch she gotta “pay me”

[verse 2: young ez]
yeah, this life sh*t crazy
money leaning over, got that sh*t lookin’ lazy
yo b*tch say my d*ck tasty
roll that back wood up, then i take that blunt and face it
p*ssy n*gga i been poppin’
pull up on yo block, i ain’t seen him, i must’ve dropped em
n*ggas know who to come to when there’s a problem
i’ll sneak up in his house and put everything up for auction
why these p*ssy n*ggas stalking? these b*tches talking
the b*tch ain’t have a ride home, so i told her start walking
but her best friend tryna f*ck, so i told her ass to walk in
mobbin’ by myself, kodak black “no flockin”
you wake up in the mornin’ go to work, then you clock in
yo girl came over. bend it over, then she toppin’
these b*tches like batman, i’m more into robin
yeah, i’m more into robbin’
[pre chorus: young ez]
yeah she wanna have my baby
told that b*tch, she gotta “pay me”
tryna skrrt off in a new mercedes
that b*tch is kinda crazy
why these n*ggas moving kinda shady?
i been grinding like i’m on my skating
yeah, like i’m skating
yeah, told that b*tch she gotta “pay me”

- sir rome lyrics

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