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Минусовка Im So Paid

Akon

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Текст песни Im So Paid (Akon):

"I'm So Paid"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro]
 Rubbing' on that Italian leather
 Dem' Konvict jeans on!
 Ay yo Weezy! You Ready?
 Yeah!

[Chorus:]
 I get it in 'til sunrise
 Doing 90 in a 65
 Windows rolled down screaming Ah!!!
 Hey-ey-ey... I'm so paid
 Number one hustler get money
 Why do you wanna count my money?
 I'm a hustler don't need them! One of them you all see!
 I'm so paid

[Verse 1]
 I see police on the crooked I
 Doing a 100 on the Interstate 95
 My shawty leanin' blasting that Do or Die
 Pushin' that motherfuckin' wood cause we certified
 Got a system that ll beat and knock your wall off
 Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off
 Got a bunch of goons, hoping they never call off
 I'm a sniper sitting on the roof already saw you all
 It ain't too much to put a strain on me
 That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me
 I rather have them dollar bills rain on me
 Then let them haters come and make the name of me
 That's why...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
 I am the boss it only takes one call
 For a driver to hit you up and drop you off that's all
 Guess what I won't be taking that fall
 Homie I got cake that's what I'm paying them for (aha!)
 Ain't that funny?
 'cause niggas want war but ain't got money
 'cause I've seen them all talking 'til they start gunning
 Quicker than Usain Bolt the fastest thing running
 Yeah! Akon! Weezy!
 Block oil holdin' down Jersey
 Divine making sure we gettin' it up front
 My little brother Boo got that vision bake it!

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne Verse 3]
 Oh-oh,
 Big money Weezy
 White wife beater with the sig underneath it
 How do I feel bitch I feel undefeated
 Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct
 Yea!
 I'm ballin' we ball out
 Thoughts of before until the ball bounce
 I send some niggas with guns to you all house
 Only to find out you live in a doll house
 Damn!
 But I thought you was tough don't
 We carry choppers on our necks
 Call it cut throat
 We, bury powers on the set that they come from
 We, know magic turn
 Weed smoke to gun smoke
 We, bomb first when we ride
 You, in a hearse when you ride
 Ay-yay
 I put my shoes on baby
 And I'm holding down Young Mula baby!
 That's why...

[Chorus]

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