NAE NAE - PAID 4 2 SH!T

Huew
Huew, huew
Yah
Yah, yah, woah, yah

Put my heart in a microphone
You can tell me if I'm tweakin', I was made for this shit
You can tell a nigga geekin', I get paid for to shit
Yah, I want all my bitches just to cum and all my chains to be lit

If you wasnt fuckin' with the klick, we do not care we fuck your hoe
I be gettin' high just off of racks, and I think I might overdose
She with the klick she tip-py-ti-toe
Come get your bitch out the bando
No I'm not your mans bro
I don't pop no xans, oh

That's just for my dopeheads,
I don't ride no mopeds
I don't need no pill to geek, I just need some mo' bread
Finna fuck your ass to sleep, when you wake up go, fled
That nigga lame don't get no bread, you can come stay with me instead
Yah

Yah
Bro, you'll make me have a heart attack
I'm an ancient artifact, they know me back from old days
Lately i been turning to my old ways, she said she wanna spend the night?
She mexican so, no wey
Told that bitch to give me throat like, ole
She wanna fuck in 4k, I wanna play me some 2k
Bape on my back I'm too faded, I'm finna get me a new payment
They tried to blackball me they knew I was great

Yah, woah, yah
Put my heart in a microphone
You can tell me if I'm tweakin', I was made for this shit
You can tell a nigga geekin', I get paid for to shit
Yah, I want all my bitches just to cum and all my chains to be lit

If you wasnt fuckin' with the klick, we do not care we fuck your hoe
I be gettin' high just off of racks, and I think I might overdose
She with the klick she tippy-ti-toe
Come get your bitch out the bando
No I'm not your mans bro
I don't pop no xans, oh

Huew

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