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SALARY Video (MV)




Performed By: Sonya June
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Gerald Jones II




Sonya June - SALARY Lyrics




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Yeah, got my niggas and they proud of me
I keep my circle like Urkel, square up on a fallacy
Bopping my music so much, these kiddies bump my salary
Little G come from nothing, now everybody f*ck with me
Yeah, got my niggas and they proud of me
I keep my circle like Urkel, square up on a fallacy
Bopping my music so much, these kiddies bump my salary
Little G come from nothing, now everybody f*ck with me

I don't like to do what everybody else be doing
Stanky boy with gum in your mouth, hairy nigga
Call you "Chewie"
I got so many different styles, no directions
What's Harry doing
Barbequing on the track, with no bounce back
I'm a f*cking snack, where is my plaque
They don't want to see a young black make it
Nick-name been "Shaq"
Your feedback irrelevant to a rebel, bitch
I got enough bars for the kennel bitch
I got "bark bark" on the regular
My celluar blows up, room temperature
I type way too fast, need an editor
Melodies go punch like a stapler

I don't want to keep an eye on you
But you got you own motives, tryna fill your own quota
And you ain't think I notice, hanging on my f*cking scrotum
Nigga get your own lane, you not in my automotive
I don't want to keep an eye on you
But you got you own motives, tryna fill your own quota
And you ain't think I notice, hanging on my f*cking scrotum
Nigga get your own lane, you not in my automotive

Yeah, got my niggas and they proud of me
I keep my circle like Urkel, square up on a fallacy
Bopping my music so much, these kiddies bump my salary
Little G come from nothing, now everybody f*ck with me
Yeah, got my niggas and they proud of me
I keep my circle like Urkel, square up on a fallacy
Bopping my music so much, these kiddies bump my salary
Little G come from nothing, now everybody f*ck with me

Paper-man, paper-man why don't you say hello
Paper-man, paper-man why don't you
Paper-man, paper-man why don't you say
Paper-man, paper-man why don't you

Imagine having to conceal your body
Imagine having to deal with racists
Imagine having your girl with that nigga
Imagine never talking to your parents
Imagine niggas just switching
Imagine labels just dipping
Imagine critics just shitting
Imagine nobody f*cking with you or your vision
Imagine being deaf with no sounds
Imagine being blind with no colors
Imagine everything in your life f*cking gone like the others

Imagine that

Imagine
I'm on my John Lennon shit
Nigga just imagine
Throw it back like Genesis, bro what's the benefit
It's menacing, money is relentless

Imagine

IMAGINE THAT

I remember when we used to talk too much that we couldn't even stop talking
But now I don't even know what the f*ck to say to you
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Yeah, got my niggas and they proud of me
I keep my circle like Urkel, square up on a fallacy
Bopping my music so much, these kiddies bump my salary
Little G come from nothing, now everybody f*ck with me
Yeah, got my niggas and they proud of me
I keep my circle like Urkel, square up on a fallacy
Bopping my music so much, these kiddies bump my salary
Little G come from nothing, now everybody f*ck with me

I don't like to do what everybody else be doing
Stanky boy with gum in your mouth, hairy nigga
Call you "Chewie"
I got so many different styles, no directions
What's Harry doing
Barbequing on the track, with no bounce back
I'm a f*cking snack, where is my plaque
They don't want to see a young black make it
Nick-name been "Shaq"
Your feedback irrelevant to a rebel, bitch
I got enough bars for the kennel bitch
I got "bark bark" on the regular
My celluar blows up, room temperature
I type way too fast, need an editor
Melodies go punch like a stapler

I don't want to keep an eye on you
But you got you own motives, tryna fill your own quota
And you ain't think I notice, hanging on my f*cking scrotum
Nigga get your own lane, you not in my automotive
I don't want to keep an eye on you
But you got you own motives, tryna fill your own quota
And you ain't think I notice, hanging on my f*cking scrotum
Nigga get your own lane, you not in my automotive

Yeah, got my niggas and they proud of me
I keep my circle like Urkel, square up on a fallacy
Bopping my music so much, these kiddies bump my salary
Little G come from nothing, now everybody f*ck with me
Yeah, got my niggas and they proud of me
I keep my circle like Urkel, square up on a fallacy
Bopping my music so much, these kiddies bump my salary
Little G come from nothing, now everybody f*ck with me

Paper-man, paper-man why don't you say hello
Paper-man, paper-man why don't you
Paper-man, paper-man why don't you say
Paper-man, paper-man why don't you

Imagine having to conceal your body
Imagine having to deal with racists
Imagine having your girl with that nigga
Imagine never talking to your parents
Imagine niggas just switching
Imagine labels just dipping
Imagine critics just shitting
Imagine nobody f*cking with you or your vision
Imagine being deaf with no sounds
Imagine being blind with no colors
Imagine everything in your life f*cking gone like the others

Imagine that

Imagine
I'm on my John Lennon shit
Nigga just imagine
Throw it back like Genesis, bro what's the benefit
It's menacing, money is relentless

Imagine

IMAGINE THAT

I remember when we used to talk too much that we couldn't even stop talking
But now I don't even know what the f*ck to say to you
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Writer: Gerald Jones II
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