Juvenile - Pay the Rent - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

18.02.2014

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[Hook: Young Jeezy] You love that hood that you represent You bout that working and all that money spent A nigga owe you every cent My niggas hustle hard just to pay the rent My niggas busting just to pay the rent Cause bitches nothing we need or set We reunite nigga when we spend My niggas hustle hard just to pay the rent [Verse 1: Juvenile] NO's my birthplace, thug water my T-shirt I'm uptown in these hot blocks where there feens walk then this feet heard It's DJ on rebirth, fat boys on stakeout No hard heels just chuck taylors In case I might break up Right now is drought season Watch how it's gonna play out Last night two teenagers got killed up in Jose house Feel like there's no way out Guess I gotta just stay down Play ball and sell dope Project's my playground D bought a new condo He ain't even sleep in his bed yet Cause this girl all in his D talking 'bout bill he ain't even pay yet Thought how to be cool with it Real niggas ain't bad at it These motherfuckers who owe me Chopping off their head now [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I go back like dro bags Nigga Michael Jordan nigga 96 Streets dry, I came through Lebron james Game 6 Drive lane right behind the back Two cars back on my main drive They Pulling on they find the bricks Ain't Worried Bout It cause my mane lie On Two A pack too fly Selling in the street no B by Why they call it white president Niggas all I see is this green god Nigga I ain't going to my mama house Try being my mama mouth Your trap boomin you ain't rit up You don't need last for half hour Tap for they owe me DEA they want me Still serve the whole hood out the town Theat the prices like my compound Bag landed me the touchdown They was going for the touchdown Nigger cask up before they touched down [Hook] [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] It's summer town my airport, my house light 400 degrees Money long my bills high so still flippin money in these streets Juvenile, I've been wild, big pistols, coke piles Old Chevy, big wheels Tight motor, gun loud Don't know hard You a bitch nigga Ten bricks you a rich nigga Part time i rap nigga Now out of town i hits niggas Can't shake my problems Low key I'll be robbin' Weapon of choice that .38 Cause I fell in love in revolvers I ain't leaving no shells I ain't going no jail I ain't leaving no witness nigga Everybody go to hell Everybody had a struggle Everybody had a hustle This everybody who you're fucking with Nigga why the fuck you coughing? Is you feel word? Ain't nothing word Made a living out birds Yeah Nigga that's on my word I'm from retracing palmer That shit go hard like the Cali-o Used to dream bout a million But I woke up and count it though [Hook]
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