Lyrics:
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke, and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags
the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I
float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Inside this paper plane
Note my words are Navy sealed
So here and I quote
With these fingers I'm lead singer
I ain't even serving fiends but supply demand
I'm making statements Austin's paper can't
I pay no mind I just payed
dropped a album in two years and I'm still on tv
I gotta swag so retarded like hoa
The girls like boosie fuck me harder,
Bitch! hoa
Nigga say they
got your own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a heart breaker know me
Man up, producer, artist, MC
Killer everytime I go
yourselves, store your food, stamp your paper
Because when this motherfucker gets here
It's about to get real fucked up for everyone and everything
Everywhere!
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
on the dash
Nigga, you ain't gettin' money less
200 in your stash talkin' cash
Dirty paper, I'm eatin
I know you heard me hater hit your bitch
Tell her "I'll be
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
and the Vibe
Only magazines yet to recognize in 2009
Nigga worth it, he deserve it
He ain't perfect
But he workin' on that second album
Dropped the first one
presidential
Plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
right now
It's just, me, Aaron
We just happy to give you guys this mixtape man
Hold y'all over 'til the album come
Been working on that motherfucker
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
Disclaimer
You may disagree with some of the views portrayed on this album
And Handycap does not really give a damn
No autotune was used in
the last time we spoke I became that nigga
I was doing big things but now I'm doing things even bigger
I'm getting my paper up and now everything from now
a mocha
I be E-Learning so I might get a diploma
I got toilet paper in my closet
Yeah I stocked up 'cause I'm balling
Trip to Costco 'cause I'm awesome
I do this shit cause I love it
I wrote the verse and I kill it
Produce the beat and I nailed it
My album's done, freak is ont it
Bring me down
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
Before I reach my demise
For that paper n*ggas kill
So that peppah by my thighs
It’s foreign that I drive
I done sent every b*tch
That Eva sat up in this
a million dollars
Than a paper saying that I am a scholar
I just know I use my hands on the job so call it a Smurf on my collar
Most of y'all didn't get
And I'm heavily flattered
But when I'm winning I feel like I'mma be hella embarrassed
I've got a lot of references
To what inspired the album
A self titled
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