Slicc Pulla - Paid In Full lyrics

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Ft. Jeezy

(Intro)

This lick is happenin', nigga

Waddup, nigga?

Ya already know

Couple of shit

It's been a minute, nigga

All yáll muthafuckas sit up

You can sit down on this rap

(Hook)

Me and my man do our thing with the splits

Now we coming down, matching feet, matching whips

Jump it in the boat, watch it come back to chips

Now we lockinb down the block, this like AC Mitch

We don’t break shit, one week we gon' get that

Bad bitches, double 'em up, we gon' hit that

Pass a gram of sand, we gon' spit that

That real D boy lingo, we gon' kick that

Yeah, fo real

(Verse)

Four-way on my feet, the kid go hard for the money

You sweet ass niggas want the honey

Treat them things like the homies, yeah we keep em movin'

A bass mouth in the Coupe, I’m tryna get some chewin'

If you ain’t cashing plugs out then what the fuck ya doin'?

Like John Travolta when it come to Olivia Newton (say what?)

Snow put me up on game, showed me how to push it

Now I’m in Texas playin' big like my name cushion

Corner the market, massive distribution

Met a new sick chain, got em hoes pukin

And the loafers clean, nice, Suede

And the linen shirts perfect cause the boy’s Paid In Full

(Hook)

Me and my man do our thing with the splits

Now we coming down, matching feet, matching whips

Jump it in the boat, watch it come back to chips

Now we lockinb down the block, this like AC Mitch

We don’t break shit, one week we gon' get that

Bad bitches, double 'em up, we gon' hit that

Pass a gram of sand, we gon' spit that

That real D boy lingo, we gon' kick that

Yeah, fo real

(Verse 2)

Chain so big it look monkey

Addicted to this cash, I’m a muthafuckin' junkie

Niggas mad cause I passed, and they muthafuckin' flunkies

If it’s really like that fuck nigga, then slug me

Came invalidated, I didn’t need no validation

Pope to the streets, I’m the leader of a nation

I took my cane and my pain and my other mind frame

And I told em bout the game and accumulated fame

Told you back with Fab on do the damn thing

If the number on the right, I can move the damn thing

And the, Coupe’s clean and the top’s Suede

And the f and n workin cause your boy’s Paid In Full

(Hook)

Me and my man do our thing with the splits

Now we coming down, matching feet, matching whips

Jump it in the boat, watch it come back to chips

Now we lockinb down the block, this like AC Mitch

We don’t break shit, one week we gon' get that

Bad bitches, double 'em up, we gon' hit that

Pass a gram of sand, we gon' spit that

That real D boy lingo, we gon' kick that

Yeah, fo real