PAY BACK Lyrics Translation in English

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Something Wrong?

[Intro: The Chi-Lites, Kanye West]

Yo Brian, drop that pain on 'em

Yo Brian, drop that pain on 'em

Pay you back

Pay you back

I wanna pay you back (Uh)

I wanna pay you back (Uh)

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back (Konman Productions)

I wanna pay you back (Konman Productions)

I wanna pay you back (It’s still alive, bitches)

I wanna pay you back (It’s still alive, bitches)

I wanna pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for (Uh, cmon)

I wanna pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for (Uh, cmon)



[Chorus: The Chi-Lites]

Pay you back

Pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back

I wanna pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for

I wanna pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for



[Verse 1: Kanye West]

You need to do some improvements

You need to do some improvements

On what y'all doin' to get me

On what y'all doin' to get me

I’m at the room of the 50

I’m at the room of the 50

Come even two [?]

Come even two [?]

They like: "Damn Kanye, finna ruin the city"

They like: “Damn Kanye, finna ruin the city”

Yeah, I had them guys waitin', you in the city

Yeah, I had them guys waitin', you in the city

Y'all faggots ain't no man, so when he ask a question

Y'all faggots ain’t no man, so when he ask a question

I tell'em "No ma'am", matter of fact

I tell 'em “No ma'am”, matter of fact

Puttem' on the exercise programm, he been gettin' lazy

Put 'em on the exercise program, he been gettin' lazy

Hittem’ in the stomach like some sit-ups, watch him push up daisies

Hit 'em in the stomach like some sit-ups, watch him push up daisies

See, that ain’t my style, but look at what you made me, you played me

See, that ain’t my style, but look at what you made me, you played me

This industry done drove a motherfucker crazy

This industry done drove a motherfucker crazy

Niggas is fake as shit, bitches I kicked it with

Niggas is fake as shit, bitches I kicked it with

Two summers ago, all kinds of tickets with

Two summers ago, all kinds of tickets with

Last summer bought rims together, we was on flickin' shit

Last summer bought rims together, we was on flickin' shit

The way that sunlight hit the paint, it was sick as shit

The way that sunlight hit the paint, it was sick as shit

Now I got the pistol whipped, plus the heater

Now I got the pistol whipped, plus the heater

Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever

Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever

(I’ll finish the rest later)

(I’ll finish the rest later)

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