Lyrics:
Puttin all my pain and love on this Paper
I feel like I'm going crazy every Time I see her
I can't tell if she fuck wit me
And that's what got me feelin
Higher than a kite, I'm flyer than a jet
Niggas dying over pussy, they ain't dying by respect
Had to get that girl, she fine as it get and she got a good
a pill She tryna Fucc
Her man slap her She deserve it
Her body like Serena
That shit serving, ayee
I could shoot my shot
Dont play no games like Kyrie
Riding by my lonely
I want bags only
I got cash on me
I got hoes on my dick trying to match on me
You ain't about all that shit that you rap homie
Man
N***** like Loki
I am like Thor
I got the hammer
Baking soda
The weight dun swolled up
Told babe to hold up
She made the quota
My paper rolled up
Got bands
on the finest green
All the stress, I will relieve
Getting paper by the string
Bitch, I'm Gorilla da Spinna
Ora—rangatangabangin' on my chest
While we singin',
Gas in my tank I'm a no limit solider
Smoke it by the eight yeah I'm no longer sober
Feeling hot head and my heart got colder
I'm Ludacris move I
was nice and slim
She got a man but she don't talk to him
You don't let her tell it
Sniff that pussy you can probably smell it
Anyway she got a baby,
up
Shawty a baddie she got that fatty
Imma beat that fucking pussy up
Sipping on lean she want that prada
Babes call me daddy but I'm not her fada
I
that pistol
Why you mad cause I'm with your sister
And I got your bih and she don't even miss you
Don't be mad I got your girl cause my bands a lil
Surrounded by green if it's paper
I'm aching
To take you to places you'd prefer
But you ain't been
In the midst of some turbulence
Got ya body shaking
I want
it's just
You cant let things just keep on like
Knocking you down!
You know what im saying man
On God!
Huh!
I got a new start bitch!
I got opportunities
'm addict
Yeah I'm feaning for that paper got have it
Yeah 21 gang no static
Yeah nigga I'm far above average
Ask yo bitch she'll tell you I'm da bad'ist
I
my life like I never cared (Yeah)
She sane, I'm insane (Yeah)
I been letting my thoughts go everywhere
I'm not ashamed, I got the cake (Yeah)
Now these
with the caper
Brunch out for the baker
Gray's up in the paper
Got the lemon with the fish
Bye bye no kiss
Bye bye little bitch
I might just call in sick
but you think you got a paper heart
when she starts to tear it apart
thats when she'll let you go
there she come, (here she comes) just look
quickest way to the bag by the way
Ok I got too much class
I was doing my math and got my numbers straight
Never needed a piece of paper to make me paper
knows she's got me by the balls - ow!
Loves to play with fire, love her I confess
Got no hesitations, cause she's a bad habit,
Bad habit, she's a bad
knows she's got me by the balls - ow!
Loves to play with fire, love her I confess
Got no hesitations, cause she's a bad habit,
bad habit, she's a bad
the club, and she feeling on me
She dancing by herself and she looking lonely
I asked the lil shawty what she doing after this
Nah sike, I know the baddie
got no paper so
I ain't beefin with you nooo
You know we gone bang on them niggas when we see them
Fly me to the states and they pay my per diem
Baddie
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
a foreign simple I ain't fucking with no Kia
Aye I bet your man drives a Prius
Bad bitch she should be in gallerias
She gone choose up on me if she see us
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