Sunny Valentine

Sunny Valentine - F U Pay lyrics

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Ridin 2 the hood yeah i got that good in the back of the lac 

and this fuck u pay me A hot 16 if u know what i mean just 

holla at my guys know me fuc u pay me 2 my hoes in the club 

if they ain't showing luv put your finger in his face and tell him 

fuc u pay me if u all about them dollas then let me hear u 

holla candy paint the impala nigga fuc u pay me 



[Yung Joc:] 

they call me laffy taffy this ain't no bubble gum 

im a real nigga and this a trap song if your girl 

choose let her do her thing said that on another song 

and ain't shit change when u peep the swag tell me 

what u see grade A hustler certified G and yeah i jock 

get's all the honey's playboy bunnies murda mummies 

those the ones that get the money yeah i know u c it 

and if u choose the hate then pimpin so b it jock of all 

trades a hundred and one different hustle just 2 get 

paid i love your lady face so when tissle how i taste did 

i strike a nerve oops my badd gone kick bac roll a bag 

take a drag and if she show me love then pimp she ain't 

yearn's oh what's your as nigga let it burn 



what it do lil nigga im trynna get paid watch sunny hit the 

set in his new escalade i got it made plasma screen in my 

car and im jammin on some screw purple drink in my jar 

M-16 fuc the law and them haters us NorthSide niggas roc 

black like the raiders got pounds at my bitch crib always 

counting stacks only i know where she live ain't no getting

jack at the club acting badd neva had a dad pouring out

liquor 4 my lil nigga chad fake fuc niggas get dealt with 

quick damn sumethin stink sunny v he the shit commity 

that's the click fuc u pay me we rich over the sky in 

helicopters baby we rich i wish a nigga would yeah it's all 

good i got gators in the pool in the middle of the hood 



Brand new J's on my feet what these pussy niggas think 

they know bout me mister itsy meige im cold wit a fever 

my complex baby girl i might leave u with your eye contact

hit my sweet two times pass i puff thrax girl we some wise 

guys me and jock on the trac sunny v he the sauce hit the 

block just 2 floss got an 87 flee 7 coats xtra gloss lookin 

mean on the scene so clean im a kill em it's a new epidemic 

bird flu im a kill em wipe your feet on my floor mats im 

talkin picture perfect moments made 4 kodak all that 

bullshit gotta stop betta know that i bought a mini 

14 as throwback U can hit me on my phone and if i 

don't answer im probably some where stickin Dic in a dancer
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Language: English

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