Lyrics:
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
you on a shirt boy
Yeah the knife dirty
But I promise that it work boy
Welcome to the dog park
Bet you know by now
That's it's me
When the dog bark
three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like
my ? bump
Better get em' boy, sick em' boy
Gotta make that money, rip em' boy
Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we came to bring in noise
my ? bump
Better get em' boy, sick em' boy
Gotta make that money, rip em' boy
Like a pitbull dog, I'll sick em' boy
Here we came to bring in noise
on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
that codeine
Take a sip of morphine
Make your eyes go ZZZ
You know what I mean
Getting money by any means
Getting paper without limit for my self-esteem
You so bitch made, bitch boy, smoke you like a blunt
Can't tell if I'm dreaming, can't recall not waking up
Paper dreams, paper dreams, paper dreams
hustle on the block)
Uh, okay
Kool-aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors
(Ain't no flavors)
We relate to Jesus, most my people born in
credit card
Grove street, green packers, throwing up the thirty yards
Six shards, rainbow coloured, boy you is not hard (PUSSY)
Rat hoe bitch you should
credit card
Grove street, green packers, throwing up the thirty yards
Six shards, rainbow coloured, boy you is not hard (PUSSY)
Rat hoe bitch you should
credit card
Grove street, green packers, throwing up the thirty yards
Six shards, rainbow coloured, boy you is not hard (PUSSY)
Rat hoe bitch you should
up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm
The difference between me and you is ya boy real
Precise Music, started my own label
I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables
Look, by the vine that you niggas
the geez on the streets undercover
I said keep it undercover
Ke mapara
Prodigies with a dream shay le number
Itty bitty broke boy
Itty bitty broke boy
You
hunnits I need it fast
I made a way on my own
Pitbulls watch my throne
Count this paper leave me lone
At the crib in my zone
Macaulay Culkin I’m home alone
Off-white yellowish, redbonesque
Paper bag full of bricks
Racks in a white Geo Prism
With the oh my god
Yo the world is a ghetto plus a neo-prison
Spread love
the whole hood love me
The haters want above me
Bitches wanna fuck me get money like Nike
Boy just do it my money so dumb
My swag go stupid i don't drink
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Yeah, haha yeah, yeah, yeah
Greetings loved ones it's your boy
The one and only yeah, haha
And uh what I'mma do for y'all right now
I'm finna give
we all about the money
So go head
And stack it up
I said get that paper
Do that shit by any means
Only time you seen a check
Is in your dreams man
I
Benjamins
Sho ni aza? Ko ji masun
Wan by load eh
Omo na instantly
Awon boys fe pawo, owo pupo
Money wey fit make me to sign me
Money wey dey turn Chevy
koolaid my drank lookin redder
Ain't talking bout paper get tossed in the shredder
I come from a lot I don't spit like the rest
This rappin shit used to get
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