a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

pay me back - slump6s lyrics

[intro]
ayy, top dog sh*t, y’all ‘ready know what the f*ck goin’ on with me, man
it’s us (bling, bling)
best to ever do it (drop*top, yeah*yeah, skrrt)
let’s do it

[chorus]
i put goyard on all of my b*tches, they gave me that p*ssy, how they pay me back
i just boarded a flight to la and i got no idea when i’m coming back
grabbing za’ off the shelf, i don’t read the label
this that*, yeah, i call it rollin thrax
i got b*tches on my phone, they wanna see me now, i only called these b*tches up for s*x
i can’t love that hoe ’cause i ain’t kiki, now i got these b*tches f*cking with my head
i be blowing racks when i walk in the store ’cause you can’t take them with you when you dead
it’s some b*tches i got on delivered now, because back then they would leave my ass on read
might drop dead in the floor in my living room, because the way i’m tripping off these meds

[verse 1]
you can’t tell me no different, i know this sh*t deeper than all the words we said
we keep arguing, man i’m so tired of this, girl i think we just need to reset
trying to find how to meet in the middle, shorty i didn’t mean to make your ass upset
your new n*gga a lame and you know that sh*t, that’s why i barely take him as a threat (yeah, let do it)
this a big body truck and she’s noticing, that’s what i’m tryna pick your ass up in
figured you was playing in my face, i f*cked around and took the sh*t up, up on the chin
ain’t familiar with the game like that make me lesser of a man
i’m just steady trying to find my f*cking way out, outer sp*ce, try and find out when i land (yeah)
i’m with bsaint, i’m toting on g5, i ain’t throwing hands
wasn’t telling my dukes i was going to the stu’, but f*ck it, boy i had a plan
ran a milli’ up, said f*ck a honey bun, i’m eating benihana’s with the fam
i done gave my lil’ bro some money, f*ck the college fund, i’m f*cking college hoes, ain’t doing fans
[bridge]
just give me the keys to the coupe, i’ma takeoff (just give me the key to the coupe*, skrrt)
know n*ggas they hate it, they ain’t want me to take off
my brother, he slime, i can’t f*ck with no snake, no
that b*tch off the ‘migos, like “r.i.p. takeoff” (r.i.p.)

[verse 2]
i*i*i don’t got no feelings, f*ck these b*tches, ’cause they cappin’ (b*tches they be)
i ain’t f*cking with not one these n*ggas, ’cause they always talking for reaction (woo*woo)
pull up on that ho’, she eat my d*ck so good, i think that ho’ gon’ need a napkin
she’s my favorite b*tch, no, she’s not average

[chorus]
i put*, i put goyard on all of my b*tches, they gave me that p*ssy, how they pay me back
i just boarded a flight to la and i got no idea when i’m coming back
grabbing za’ off the shelf, i don’t read the label
this that*, yeah, i call it rollin thrax
i got b*tches on my phone, they wanna see me now, i only called these b*tches up for s*x
i can’t love that hoe ’cause i ain’t kiki, now i got these b*tches f*cking with my head
i be blowing racks when i walk in the store ’cause you can’t take them with you when you dead
it’s some b*tches i got on delivered now, because back then they would leave my ass on read
might drop dead in the floor in my living room, because the way i’m tripping off these meds

[outro]
yeah (yeah)
i ain’t tripping off meds

- slump6s lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular