Pay Stubs Lyrics – ZayBang
Singer: ZayBang
Title: Pay Stubs
Yeah, huh
Middle of the war, i was taught to lace up
All my n#gg#s in the field, they don’t got no pay stubs
Bro a real fiend, tryna pour an eighth up
I be up all night, won’t be in ’til eight-somethin’
I be in the field, tryna get my cake up
Ayy, if she don’t want it in then i guess she ain’t for me
If i go broke, then i gotta shake some’
Ayy, i gotta live it up, we all got our day comin’
Lost too many friends, bro, the streets just can’t love me
If i tell ’em, “bounce out,” i bet bro, he race somethin’
n#gg# buyin’ views, brodiе, them is fake numbers
I know n#gg#s in thе hood blow you down for eight hundred
You get in that room, i was taught, don’t say nothin’
b#tch, i got it on my hip, i don’t do no fake clutchin’
Yeah, i bet she turn her head when she see that wraith comin’
I been rockin’ custom jewelry for the last eight summers
Brother, where the hoes? i need two of them
Brothers popped a bean, man, it’s 2 a.m.
Ayy, i’m thinkin’ ’bout 〈.?.〉〈0:55〉, i’m comin’ new again
Yeah, tryna run them bands, i’ma lose some friends
Yeah, tryna make it out, man, it been a long road
Brother got that strap and it got a long nose
Tryna make this money, n#gg#s rather crack jokes
b#tch, i’m from the streets, i know about that back door
Middle of the war, i was taught to lace up
All my n#gg#s in the field, they don’t got no pay stubs
Bro a real fiend, tryna pour an eighth up
I be up all night, won’t be in ’til eight-somethin’
I be in the field, tryna get my cake up
Ayy, if she don’t want it in then i guess she ain’t for me
If i go broke, then i gotta shake some’
Ayy, i gotta live it up, we all got our day comin’
Ayy, put it in her mouth, nutted on her lace-front
If she ain’t into suckin’ dick then lil’ baby can’t come
Another sucker dead, tell ’em pick his face up
n#gg#s trippin’ over b#tches, you ain’t even laced up
Them n#gg#s dead broke, n#gg#, get your pape’ up
I ain’t seen a b#tch yet that i think i can’t f#ck
Just let him run his mouth, they be quick to say somethin’
n#gg#s probably lose a brother, we’ll really take somethin’
It’s the middle of that war, it be time to mask up
Everybody get a shot, that ain’t sh#t we pass up
If you ain’t with the sh#t, n#gg#, cut your top up
That’s how sh#t get popped up
Shells jumpin’ out the crowd like a f#ckin’ moshpit
I ain’t steppin’ through my front door without no profit
And i don’t need no n#gg# with me, b#tch, i got stick
All that dissin’ in them songs got you catchin’ hot sh#t
Middle of the war, i was taught to lace up
All my n#gg#s in the field, they don’t got no pay stubs
Bro a real fiend, tryna pour an eighth up
I be up all night, won’t be in ’til eight-somethin’
I be in the field, tryna get my cake up
Ayy, if she don’t want it in then i guess she ain’t for me
If i go broke, then i gotta shake some’
Ayy, i gotta live it up, we all got our day comin’
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