Lyrics:
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
no helpin' hand
Got determination from my pops, he a workin' man
Came from Mexico to the US, they did all they can
I'm the type to get shit activated,
on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each
gon' fuckin' hang me man!
No! Sh-she's got it in for me I'm tellin' you man!
You promised you'd get me off man!
In the case of the State vs. Kirk
it I walk it I talk it
You more paper than me man you just need to stop it (Please stop it)
Here we go again
Porter T. Flinn
F-L-I-no Y-double n
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
atone
Got to pose this though: how many roads must a man walk down?
I can't talk now
It's too dim and dreary, clearly
It sincerely turned out nothing like
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
That's a lot of ass sliding up and down that pole
I can tell she ready by the white shit on her nose
She just want some paper
She just want some
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
see us
On our way up like a re up
Sipping on paul mason
I hit the weed then im gone
She a bad lil jawn
This the calm before the storm
Bish i’m still
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
perry
oops, i meant perry mason, man he got me dyslectic
ive been hungry since i entered, I ain't lookin for an exit
eat or get ate, and you lookin like
Got me feeling like I'm on the Radar
Snow is the man with the Paper
Got me feeling like I'm on the Radar (Radar Radar Radar)
Snow is the man with
know Pudgie, who rock the old rugby, kinda chubby
Timbs always muddy, and his wiz is kinda ugly
Him and his man Dudley got killed in an accident
Late
talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better R-E-S-P-E-c-T me"
I got this French chick
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
my own!
(Can you tell em man?)
I got my own, got my own!
Snoop, Snoop!
I don't need no chick to buy me shit
See that whip outside? yeah, that's my
can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style
I got swag now, I got paper, I'm rolling in the dough, I'm caked up
I got swag now,
up in my basement
She tried to rip my heart but it's already vacant
Can't break my grind man i built it like a mason
Barely on the plate I already ran
faster niggas see me and be racing
My nigga say be patient I got sick of all the waiting
I was cooling in the haven with gorilla in the mason
Never seen
thing we chasing
I got money in my pants
F*** a hand out
Paper chasing now
VOG I'm with it now
Yeah we capping out
Doing shows
Flying to different towns
I'm happy she home but really tryna understand
How we let a Russia arms dealer go for Juwanna Man?
I know she can rebound, shoot, and got a little
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