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Roadrunner TB x Roadrunner Savy - Getting Paid (Official Audio)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Roadrunner TB
Roadrunner TB
Künstler:in
Roadrunner Savy
Roadrunner Savy
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Terrance Christopher Byrd
Terrance Christopher Byrd
Songwriter:in
Saveair Emmanuelle Reed
Saveair Emmanuelle Reed
Songwriter:in
Dejavious Sheats
Dejavious Sheats
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dejavious Sheats
Dejavious Sheats
Produzent:in

Letras

(Run that shit from the top Snoop)
Thirty on me, better run, yeah
Bullets, they hot as the sun
I promise you, I'm not the one
Hit me a lick then I go on the run
Pop me a pill then I meditate
We movin' 'em bricks, yeah, this heavy weight
My young **** boosting the murder rate
Trappin' out Section 8
****, we gettin' paid
Aye, aye, I hit me a lick then I go on a run
Scared, go to church, better get you a gun
And I get the dope, put a two on a one
Gotta place you a order, it's gone 'fore it come
I'm not your average trapper, baby
He really don't trap, just a rapper, baby
Yo boyfriend broke, not a factor, baby
Play the role just to fuck, I'm a actor, baby
Don't know what they doing but we getting paid
On the road with yo bitch, we just stealing plays
Had to cut out the roaches, kept seeing Raids
Started off selling reg, now we serving J's
If they go against me then they all lose
Addicted to selling that dog food
If they go against me then they all lose
Addicted to selling that dog food (On God)
Thirty on me, better run, yeah
Bullets, they hot as the sun
I promise you, I'm not the one
Hit me a lick then I go on the run
Pop me a pill then I meditate
We movin' 'em bricks, yeah, this heavy weight
My young **** boosting the murder rate
Trappin' out Section 8
****, we gettin' paid
Aye, heart cold as ice
If you don't know me, please don't judge me
I don't trust a soul, that's why I'm always by my lonely
I ain't worry 'bout no news, though I'ma always keep it on me
Unpredictable
Whack a ****, don't know what I killed him for
Pray to God, just tryna make this shit make sense
Momma left when I was five, I never trust no bitch
Twelve on my ass, fuck 'em, tell 'em suck my dick
I don't care if it's rap or the fit ****, we gon' get rich
Aye, exotic, you know that we roll down
I'm sorry I can't bring my bro back
They sayin' I'm sellin' the fit
I'm sorry, Your Honor, I never saw that
My killers, they dressing in all black
Fuck on your hoe, never call back
Most a these ****, they all cap
.48 blow at your ball cap
Thirty on me, better run, aye
Bullets, they hot as the sun
I promise you, I'm not the one
Hit me a lick then I go on the run
Pop me a pill then I meditate
We movin' 'em bricks, yeah, this heavy weight
My young **** boosting the murder rate
Trappin' out Section 8
****, we gettin' paid (On God)
Thirty on me, better run, aye
Bullets, they hot as the sun
I promise you, I'm not the one
Hit me a lick then I go on the run
Pop me a pill then I meditate
We movin' 'em bricks, yeah, this heavy weight
My young **** boosting the murder rate
Trappin' out Section 8
****, we gettin' paid
Written by: Dejavious Sheats, Saveair Emmanuelle Reed, Terrance Christopher Byrd

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