C Note - Paid N*gga lyrics

Turn me up, turn my mic up

Turn my mic up, turn my mic up

Turn my mic up..

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I'm a paid nigga, live my life

On the streets, from the cradle to the grave nigga

I'm a made nigga, got no time for you bitches

And you bustas, I'm a paid nigga

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I'm a paid nigga, living laid nigga

Candy sprayed Escalade, valet nigga

Slamming foreign do's, jamming foreign hoes

See me spo'ting nothing but ice, man I'm feeling cold

I'm a South boy, you run your mouth boy

40 caliber'll, take a nigga out boy

Still pimping, platinum albums we shipping

Got them girls in the club, steady stripping

We still gripping grain, we still swang and bang

Got that new Hummer 2, with that wide frame

Kicking like Shenobi, niggaz say they know me

I be balling like I'm playing, next to Shaq and Kobi

Nigga pass the do-di, cause mayn I'm going off

Just spent a quarter mill, on that new house

This the new South, coming with the blue frost

First nigga, in the hood with the blue mouth

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[C-Note]

Still living lavish, still got to have it

Just like a fat rabbit, gotta have them carrots

Three in my ear, twenty on my arm

Ten in my teeth, fifteen on my charm

Johnnie hooked me up, labels look me up

The way we shine down South, got em shooken up

Burberry Jags, Burberry rags

4-4 mag, make my Burberry sag

Steady dropping heat, niggaz can't compete

Got the new Navigator, with the fold out seats

Banging Chris beats, flowing on a platinum mic

I'm in the studio, staying up all night

Back to back nigga, platinum tracks nigga

Gotta stack mo' figgas, like my name was Jigga

I keep shit knocking, so quit baller blocking

Trying to stack mo' paper, then the Johnnie Cochran

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[C-Note]

Look at the Benz look at the house, Gucci seats Gucci couch

Man I think I'm balling out, the way my screens be falling out

Like them diamonds I be shining, like the Clipse it got me grinding

Bet this year I'll make a mill, way before I get the deal

Wood wheel gripping steel, coming down with the bumping grill

Blowing kill we keep it trill, I know they hate but we keep it real

I'm a G I know, and my trunk on glow

And if them boys want a show, I'm ten G's or mo'

Stacking paper tall, as if them scrapers dog

What you want I got it all, I'm making paper dog

Stack them D's (stack them D's), sell em cheap (sell em cheap)

Never tell, is the code of the streets

I'm a paid nigga, sitting on blades nigga

Got the crib with the maid nigga, automatic shades nigga

Made nigga, never been a slave nigga

I'm a brave nigga, pop trunk wave nigga

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