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pay me - skywalker (rapper) lyrics

f-ck is she talkin bout?

[hook]
i don’t need a job, i need a check! (word!)
asking for a band and nothing less! (bands!)
drive her crazy till the b-tch a wreck! (skkkrrrr!)
b-tch you gotta pay me for this s-x! (cash!)

[verse 1]
i’m houdini if the hoe don’t pay
i learned life is full of darkness where my glow won’t stay
i learned love is just a street and that sh-t goes both ways
wish i had some frosted flakes to make my love boat great
i wish i can see myself so i can wish on a shooting star
and i’ll string a b-tch along just like she’s singing and i guitar
keep one eye up on her like i’m odin in viking lore
treat the p-ssy like i treat the beat, like a fight or war b-tch!
be my amor, give me top like the highest score
my soul is old, that sh-t was probably here with the dinosaurs
i’m on the road to riches, i get b-tches i’m driving more
you getting money baby? i’m a player i like a wh-r-
i need a watch, i ain’t got time for your conversation
i got a dream i’m chasing, i can sell if you got donations
i’ll send my first and last if you gone send me the confirmation
you call me daddy like i bust a nut and you ovulating but —

[hook]
i don’t need a job, i need a check! (word!)
asking for a band and nothing less! (bands)
drive her crazy till the b-tch a wreck! (skkkkrrrr)
b-tch you gotta pay me for this s-x! (cash)

[verse 2]
i like my money real neat (whoop!)
so if it ain’t the subject i don’t think we should speak and
i keep a different b-tch for every day of the week and they all say
i get em wetter than a dam in a creek
look, they know that i’m a player by the cleets on my feet and
i get it out the mud and bring my sand to the beach, well
these n-gg-s with these b-tches they just trick for a treat, ooh
a double homicide i’m k!lling p-ssy and beats, yea
i told you take it off, i’m on the bed with a rocket waiting
i come and take your heart but we ain’t even play operation
i ain’t here to cuff you, i don’t f-ck with a cop or statement
your body heaven sent but you so bad that you rock with satan
i see you flying all these other b-tches they flock the pavement
you catching feelings like i quarterback and i’m walter peyton
the s-x a car, i drive it like i’m bobby from talladega
i’m rough up in the bed, i choke a b-tch like the undertaker

[hook]
i don’t need a job, i need a check! (word!)
asking for a band and nothing less! (bands)
drive her crazy till the b-tch a wreck! (skkkkrrrr)
b-tch you gotta pay me for this s-x! (cash)
i don’t need a job, i need a check! (work)
asking for a band and nothing less! (bands)
drive her crazy till the b-tch a wreck! (skkkkrrrr)
b-tch you gotta pay me for this s-x! (cash)

drive her crazy till the b-tch a wreck!
b-tch you gotta pay me for this s-x!

i don’t need a job, i need a check!
b-tch you gotta pay me for this s-x!

- skywalker rapper lyrics

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