Lyrics:
nose, Slime
Live by the code, Frostbite
Nigerian mafia mob ties
No ore ko text'e, Ncono keo mize
Keo tshwarise stress odrop'e le size
I'm by myself, I
speakin' no more
Stack that paper like a fill-out form
Yeah, know I'll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time but name a nigga who be on time
You
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
let's go
O my double
He can pop your bubble
That means trouble
Stronger than a lion
Golem II: the bionic paper boy
Self-perfecting
World-inspecting
Standing by my brothers, kicking back-to-back like I'm Drake
How do you expect to run lad, when you don't take the time to go train
My boys got
need a medal case?
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
You got that mean-mug grill, that red in your eyes
That Ace of Spades, baby, talking big-boy size
Get
on roof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth
So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
need a medal case?
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
You got that mean-mug grill, that red in your eyes
That Ace of Spades, baby, talking big-boy size
Get
tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
Married to the game while im fuckin on the hustle
She screamin out my name while i tighten up her muscles
Raised by the streets but they the first
Acting like we cool yet they talking down on me,
But boy I aint no fool I know you wasn't down for me,
Got me feeling like I'm Tyson you gone catch
B.G.
Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means
Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar
I ain't touching the mic if it ain't five
a little hand-holdin', hay-rollin'
Strollin' with your honey by your side
Dixie cups and paper plates
Fiddle tunes and Amazin' Grace
Hallelujah, gonna
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
shxt
Trying to play me, and shxt, I give a fxck about ya diss
I’m a Master of the Fist, and I’m ready to throw em bxtch
Motivated by the paper, this
When I wAs A little boy,
(When I wAs just A boy)
And my mother would cAll my nAme,
(When I wAs just A boy)
She'd sAy I hAd to be in the house by 7.
callin', ain't no time for stalling
Get it by deposit, I got the bag nigga it's a wrap
On a paper chase, all you niggas late, I don't race
Never regulate, I
remember be broke Now Im standing at top
Steady chasing down paper Just left the icebox
Get to clutchin When you reachin
Im protected by the Glock
Rich
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
call
Dope boy
All this money came with too much hate baby
All this paper came with too much chase lately
All my brothers doing too much cash on the grind
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
got off the ground gave it to God and now you winning
Said it's all by the spirit
Ain't got time I'm too resilient
Got other things in mind lil boy I'm
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