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Sorry Mama, Sorry, Sorry Mama
Uh I'm still getting high, I love getting high, I love getting high til I fall
When I wake up all my demons stay by my

the ground.
Ima need my muhfuccin paper
If ain't paper bitch see you later
I be balling hard like a mf Pacer
Matter fact scratch that
Like a mf Laker
Aint

know the half, I was scraping
Change up out the couch had to change
My life, all I think about is paper
I could give a fuck about a hater
Keep throwing

you in, I'm a fucking trucker and I'm weak for the rubber my lover
cy, hard for these bitches but soft on the paper
The cash make me wet and I hover for

the hell you chasin' son
I told him all about your angel face
Your green-eyed dreams, your head-strong ways
He took my license and ran my plates
I counted

the fuck you talking about she love my voice
I been getting all this paper
Hit a nigga in the head, now I had no choice
I just been collecting coins
Get

You Best Not Double Cross Me

Knightowl

Shot Caller

and I got paper work to prove it
Fuck the Aztec Tribe, cause they ain't about a fuckin thing
They all just a bunch of bitches
That belong with worms in

all cause of paper, she value that shit

This shit really sad, they value paper over your mental
You know she cause suicide fuck dese hoes, yeah, that's

when my back is against the wall
I'm better than most of all y'all
I'm the realist of em' all
You could tell by the way I talk
I have no reason to be

Living Single

Jeremih

Living Single

You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn

grind, you gon' grind too,
Time is gon' pass us, I'm all good with that, long as I got you and you got me back,
That's my bae, that's 100, hold me down

I’m in Japan!
I’m in Japan
Yen in my hands!
I’m in Japan
Stacking my bands
Yen in my hands
They come by the grand
Copped me some drip
Bape for

Say my prayers all the time cause I believe
Walking by faith there ain't none I can see
Almost all day got to fight just for my peace
It ain't no way

Only my 68st peoples knows what I'm talking bout
But life ain't gave me that path
God gave me knowledge and a mic to go and rap 
Rap about all the times

make the time for her 
I could give a fuck about the Rollie's and Tom Ford
If my people still poor and If I can't give em whats is mine for em 
All I do

J York thank you sir

Man yall niggas just be rapping
Ima boss i make shit happen
All that cappin i aint with that shit
My bitch she get to tripping

Long nights, long flights till I'm in the news stands
Unless that headline space is used to cover Sudan
In which case please don't talk about my poppy

getting it
I like to match up Dior with the Gucci
I pull up all dry just to drip in it
Told 'em that nothing gonna change me
Yeah all of my haters going

And I'm on roll it's like Vegas I'm hitting my numbers you broke and you hella mad
Counting up paper from all of my renters got business on business you

do when I walk through
Catching all these angels falling from the sky blue
Drew Barrymore too seen the famous on my tattoo
My scars and my bars tell

Homeboyz

2Pac

2PAC: Rap Phenomenon, Vol. 2

2007

we all cry, and all ride

To rectify the problem, motherfuckers they all die
Been tryin' to make a million, by hustlin' since my adolescence
From

I can't do no love, no this shit is not for me
Ill just stack my paper I don't want to hear a peep
If it ain't about that bread boy, please don't

Different shit I think about it
Sometimes sit n drink about it
I can't be around it darg
Smoking til I'm off the planet far
Feel the rightest when I'm by my

my paper get my paper
Get ma bread in my bag
Baby, Yeah we stay fighting
Baby, Yeah we supposed to be
Supposed to be
4 lifers
4 life
4 life