Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pay Tha Rent , by - Juvenile. Release date: 14.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pay Tha Rent |
| You love that hood that you represent |
| You bout that working and all that money spent |
| A nigga owe you every cent |
| My niggas hustle hard just to pay the rent |
| My niggas busting just to pay the rent |
| Cause bitches nothing we need or set |
| We reunite nigga when we spend |
| My niggas hustle hard just to pay the rent |
| NO’s my birthplace, thug water my T-shirt |
| I’m uptown in these hot blocks where there feens walk then this feet heard |
| It’s DJ on rebirth, fat boys on stakeout |
| No hard heels just chuck taylors |
| In case I might break up |
| Right now is drought season |
| Watch how it’s gonna play out |
| Last night two teenagers got killed up in Jose house |
| Feel like there’s no way out |
| Guess I gotta just stay down |
| Play ball and sell dope |
| Project’s my playground |
| D bought a new condo |
| He ain’t even sleep in his bed yet |
| Cause this girl all in his D talking 'bout bill he ain’t even pay yet |
| Thought how to be cool with it |
| Real niggas ain’t bad at it |
| These motherfuckers who owe me |
| Chopping off their head now |
| I go back like dro bags |
| Nigga Michael Jordan nigga 96 |
| Streets dry, I came through |
| Lebron james Game 6 |
| Drive lane right behind the back |
| Two cars back on my main drive |
| They Pulling on they find the bricks |
| Ain’t Worried Bout It cause my mane lie |
| On Two A pack too fly |
| Selling in the street no B by |
| Why they call it white president |
| Niggas all I see is this green god |
| Nigga I ain’t going to my mama house |
| Try being my mama mouth |
| Your trap boomin you ain’t rit up |
| You don’t need last for half hour |
| Tap for they owe me |
| DEA they want me |
| Still serve the whole hood out the town |
| Theat the prices like my compound |
| Bag landed me the touchdown |
| They was going for the touchdown |
| Nigga cask up before they touched down |
| It’s summer town my airport, my house light 400 degrees |
| Money long my bills high so still flippin money in these streets |
| Juvenile, I’ve been wild, big pistols, coke piles |
| Old Chevy, big wheels |
| Tight motor, gun loud |
| Don’t know hard |
| You a bitch nigga |
| Ten bricks you a rich nigga |
| Part time i rap nigga |
| Now out of town i hits niggas |
| Can’t shake my problems |
| Low key I’ll be robbin' |
| Weapon of choice that .38 |
| Cause I fell in love in revolvers |
| I ain’t leaving no shells |
| I ain’t going no jail |
| I ain’t leaving no witness nigga |
| Everybody go to hell |
| Everybody had a struggle |
| Everybody had a hustle |
| This everybody who you’re fucking with |
| Nigga why the fuck you coughing? |
| Is you feel word? |
| Ain’t nothing word |
| Made a living out birds |
| Yeah Nigga that’s on my word |
| I’m from retracing palmer |
| That shit go hard like the Cali-o |
| Used to dream bout a million |
| But I woke up and count it though |