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Still shoot yo shot, and one
Still shoot yo shot, James Bond
Don't contemplate with bums
You can be a don
Fly like a paper plane till you M.I.A
Ex had

I gotta get to my bag
I gotta get to my paper
I gotta get to my bag I gotta get to my paper
I gotta get it
I prophesied my pocketsize
I do advise
Get

They tell me don't (They tell me)
(Don't you)
(They tell me don't sleep)
They me don't
(Don't you)

You got me saying where is my papers I need

it open I got cash for her
I was broke last year but now it's fast forward
Running to that paper fast as NASCARs
I was broke last year but now it's

(It's Tha Cam nigga)
(Real 302 shit real smooth shit My nigga)
(Yeah)

You either fake or you real
My word is bond its set in stone Aint no breaking

kwachas nama ngwees homie!(Nipase!)
-This for the guyz that grind hard, bali rarely pa bond! (Yeah!)
-Hustle hard, mu matika tah! Na mvula no soni
-This for

a bond
Niggas been posting bail
Can't have ma name in paper's
Pull up when they fucking up
We ain't givers we takers
Mixing with realist and fakers
Cap

can take us
The strongest bond can't nobody break us
Diamonds on diamonds to lock it in
Heart surrounded by ice I'm breaking in
First breath out

is bond
What is you tripping for I do not get it, you wasting my time if you still ain't committed
The pressure is heavy I'm stuck like some glue

These niggas hatin' but It ain't the life that they want
Jail took my dawg and they ain't give him no bond
I lost my dawg and lost it all in

in)
And if you fuckin' wit' that bitch, that bond I'm finna break it (I'm finna break it)

Feelin' rich might tote the Glock inside my fanny pack

It's a Party

Hi-5

It's a Party

2000

bond

It's a party, let's get it on tonight
Word up, hah, yeah yeah one time with the flow that's how we flow
Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it

For it's only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sky
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me without your love
It's a honky-tonk

Ozay wiz roll up ladies and gentleman spitta

You think you got the bond cause
I rolled you a joint? I smoke with all mine
Baby girl whats your

when I'm out I be very gone
My pockets fat like the
Head on Barry Bonds you sit and chill
Stack it up for a rainy day, a nigga
Like me gotta pay to play

on my block? I highly doubt that
.40 come around that, G-Lock in a brown bag
I be smokin' Yummy, this high tolerance and loud pack
Money, paper

Everybody Know Me

Gucci Mane

Hard to Kill

2006

ex-con but I'm out on bond
Wave bye to the bad guys, Teflon Dons

Got my name in the paper and my face in the news
Gucci Mane, Lil'flare
Everybody

the loot
The way I handle paper I'm a money made masseuse
Alright now move
We're done with paying dues
Been bending all the corners just to straighten all

be cool
Spider on you
Look at the web that you weave with your crew
I’m too fly we can’t get along
Judge me judge me break up the bond
Yeh we can dance

much time trying to make it get right
We can do us both a favor get up and get us some paper
Eye see you the same it feels like you were made for me
We

the mirror, I’m like “yes the fuck we can”



all i know is work work work

hustle hard, stack paper then repeat



all i know is work work work

hustle hard,

I just hit a lick got all this paper on me. Fucked a couple bitches niggaz hatin on me. Way before this rap shit I was takin homie. Now I'm on this

Climbing up through the ranks, ah nigga aint have no paper

That brown paper bag money, and the toliet paper

Long as i got haters im the topic, fuel

trying
For the paper kid, I write rhymes and recite them
I got my crucifix and a lapel
Praying I don't get crucified by a label
For this paper B, I'd shake