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Payface
2,896
Hip-Hop/Rap
Payface was released on May 12, 2017 by BYLUG Ent. LLC as a part of the album Payface
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AlbumPayface
Release DateMay 12, 2017
LabelBYLUG Ent. LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Payroll Giovanni
Payroll Giovanni
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Payroll Giovanni
Payroll Giovanni
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When the rap seemed to fumble up
My only thought is cop grams
Double up, you looking at a hustler
When I see you, I see a customer
Bunch of fucking drug addicts
Every time I"m out in Calif, I'm a plug magnet
We push coupes and trucks, strapped with big pumps
And rock jeans that stuffed up with big chunks
What they doing I don't really give a big fuck
They still tryna impress hoes we been fucked
I'm in the Benz truck, Moncler bubble coat
I used to watch mom's laying bubble coke
They like aren't you ashamed of your folks?
Nah, motherfucker it was my coke
[Verse 2]
We Dom sippers, that stay fresh like prom pictures
Mob ****, we bosses come get a job with us
Get that camera out my face, I don't like pictures
Guess i'm stuck in my ways from all that white flipping
Just had a dream me and B was in the Ghost
Laughing' bout that past when we used to sell dope
Had to bob and weave with my back against the rope
You hustle for bitches weaves, I was out there for my folks
Broke ass **** ain't never seen a hundred grand
Know some real work, if you did you do the runnin' man
Think this shit a game til they find you in a garbage can
Why your mans tweeting, he ain't even do nothing, damn
[Verse 3]
I avoid all the dumb shit
Stay away from you cause I avoid all the bum shit
Fiends used to have to see me or they couldn't function
Didn't feel guilty, I just gotta stay pumping
Pocket full of presidents, I'm far
From your **** like my residence
When the fuck you gon' learn your lesson, bitch?
Pull up to the club, **** sippin'
Need some medicine
So many Caddy trucks they thought it was the president
Pay me what you owe, I ain't tryna hear no extra shit
Or we gon' snap your mother fucking neck like the exorcist
Middle school I was gettin' picked up in Lexuses
Corvettes and shit, raised by dealers with gold necklaces
Had the spot set up like dispensaries
Way before dispensaries, **** check your history
**** background unknown, boy you a mystery
I'm who you boys attempt to be
Get used to me or get sick of me
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