PAID OFF Lyrics

Oh

It's Glime Season

Nigga, my glock green, my flag green

It's Glime Season

Bitch

And the G wagon came paid off

I'm fuckin' this bitch in a loft

And your diamonds, I'm fuckin' with ours

And you know that its sticks in the car

He was reaching so he must be hard

princess cuts on my neck and my arm

I put the opps right in cigar

I put the opps right in cigar

I'm fuckin' her right in the back

I'm fuckin' her right in my car

I'm fuckin' her right in my car

I'm fuckin' her right in my car

I'm fuckin' her right in my car

I'm fuckin' her right in my car

It's Glime Season

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I'm speedin

S-R-T- or A-M-G

Ridin' down, bleavland

She ask if im city, boy

Hoe best believe it

She gotta do what I says

or I leave it

uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

Yeah, I leave it

Me and HDOE pull up in that truck

Now she feenin

I love pouring Tris all in my cup

So I'm leaning

And the G-Wagon came paid off

I'm fuckin' that bitch in a loft

And your diamonds not fuckin' with ours

And you know that there's sticks in the car

He was reaching so he must be hard

princess cuts on my neck and my arms

Attention haters, attention haters

Glime season is in the building