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Bailz Pagliacci - Guillotine lyrics

Artist: Bailz Pagliacci

album: Guillotine


Give it to me now
Give it to me now
Give it to me now
I ain't understand how to get rich
I ain't have a brain I could nit pick
Need a lottery like a Knick's pick
Spend it on drip when I get big
Yeah nigga down on the floor seats
Had to wake up this another dream
Back in the gutter looking at fiends
Think you got ahead this the guillotine
Born in the belly of the beast
But the beast threw me up society let me reek so
You can grip that pistol
I'm Loc Dog out the trunk with the missile
We know don't be a menace or they put you in the slammer
You got to stretch more mix the Arm and Hammer
Now you finally Santa
All you ever needed was snow now you got the bag on the go
I don't tip toe round shit when I'm pissed
Hood on my back and I ain't slouch since
Raised where there ain't no pot to piss
Reason that the elevator smell like this
Feeling myself think I found my niche
Mama did it all when she raised two kids
Generation wealth was never taught when
We had to survive all the money been spent
Aye
I ain't understand how to get rich
I ain't have a brain I could nit pick
Need a lottery like a Knick's pick
Spend it on drip when I get big
Yeah nigga down on the floor seats
Had to wake up this another dream
Back in the gutter looking at fiends
Think you got ahead this the guillotine
One
We ain't got a house ain't no picket fence
Two
Credit been shot what we finna get
Aye
Three
Still a young nigga but bills in my name
I don't need a mill what I been through that's short change
Let me explain you don't want stain
From a couple niggas that's no names
When you leave ya city that's a damn shame
Dead on a block where they made change
Now nigga looking at condos
Where they used to run through the back doors
Had the trap booming like Congo's
They gon really show you who honcho
I ain't no saint or idol
Tell the truth I'm just like you
I don't take shorts like haikus
Hate when a bitch act spiteful
No I'm not a killer but liable
Eye for an eye that's times two
Used to wanna rap till my lungs blue
You don't got to hustle but I got too
I ain't understand how to get rich
I ain't have a brain I could nit pick
Need a lottery like a Knick's pick
Spend it on drip when I get big
Yeah nigga down on the floor seats
Had to wake up this another dream
Back in the gutter looking at fiends
Think you got ahead this the guillotine
Think you got ahead this the guillotine
Back in the gutter looking at fiends

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