Payback Lyrics – Demund Rogers
Singer: Demund Rogers
Title: Payback
n#gg# that sh#t is payback
Imma pop my sh#t, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y’all n#gg#s be swaring to god, but you wanting my drip
I don’t need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know f#ck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?
I was in the on the freeway
Windshield
But I walked out that b#tch without a scar, see how amazing that god is?
I went to court and got f#cked over
By a b#tch I regret
A couple months later, my bank account had releaved all the stress
Some n#gg#s I know aint happy for me, smiling in they eyеs
You n#gg#s now my voice on 97-9
I went from doing open mics and now I’m on stagе at
I forgave my pops for all that sh#t he did, all b#llsh#t aside
Ya’ll n#gg#s act tough, but you aint though
Need back up
That b#tch sware up and down that she over me, but anything I can still f#ck
But the one that I’m with now, she deserve the world
But it still aint enough
Cause now stay down
Especially when rough
n#gg# that sh#t is payback
Imma pop my sh#t, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y’all n#gg#s be swaring to god, but you wanting my drip
I don’t need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know f#ck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?
Talking my sh#t and I’m doing
Don’t want the head, if the head aint retarded
I got a b#tch in the back whoever, I feed her, she never be starving
No I don’t and no I don’t
Smoking this, I already got some money, I seen him pull up, and that n#gg# pulled up in a tesla
I just be flexing
All of these b#tches be messy
No I don’t talk on the phone
No I aint stressing
You can test me
No I aint taking you home
She got a friend, I heard she want me for real
And see
You gotta pay me
Now that baby
I don’t do nothing for free
Why is you lil baby?
You trippin, I’m leaving, ho we not together
Roll me a blunt and I sip on that drank, and I’m in my zone, I might pop me a pill
All in the party, I’m feeling my body
I got that exotic, we off the gass
I know they want me to pull up fasho, cause they know I be showing my #ss and sh#t
n#gg# that sh#t is payback
Imma pop my sh#t, and I meant that
I lost everything that I had bout a year ago, ow look how I shook back
Y’all n#gg#s be swaring to god, but you wanting my drip
I don’t need no designer clothes to prove a point, cause these
Who you know do it like this?
Who you know rap like this?
Who you know talk like this?
Who you know cut like this?
Who you know f#ck like this?
Who you know real like this?
Who you know putting together songs, making you feel like this?
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