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Paper Route

 

Paper Route

(album: Just The Beginning - 2015)


Face it homie, nigga show me, I get Guap and niggas know me
Fucking smell me, early money, I'm just high, but very grow
Take your shit like Jesse Owens, I prefer my bitches horny
Hit the block it's very stormy, laser, we got heavy arms
Flexing niggas, talking on my metal, we got guild for problems
Trust me boy, just ask your honor, I can fuck her after college
Fresh that's a missing guard, pick you up for target
We got like some targets, don't man us for charging
We got checks and progress, waiting on a deposit
Mo' money mo' problems, I rather go solve it
I rather go solve it
I rather go solve it

They fucking with my money, I just want the honey's
I'm getting my paper, nah, I ain't dodging, dummy
Let's keep it real boy, I'm talking what's coming
Them niggas ain't fo' real, ain't making no money
I got paper chills and Bentleys for real
She got fatties boy, her dreams can get filled
That's a bad boy, most niggas be squeals
We on the route to get this paper, no money, no deal

Swear these niggas think they know me, pussy, I get gaup for shows
It's patience boy my mama showed me
Not to judge, but you best be strolling
Voices got me feeling lonely, money still my bestie on me
Taken, she like every moment, face it I might Berry Bonds her
I could rob it, I could tow the boat, I see that scary moment
Lace it boy, let's keep 'em running
Bank can keep 'em check, don't want 'em
I could be my own employer, fuck, pay the double bonus
Leave your bitch in vomit, making moves with money
I promise not to harm it
No excuses, scraping
My niggas, boy we mobbing
My niggas, boy we mobbing

They fucking with my money, I just want the honey's
I'm getting my paper, nah, I ain't dodging, dummy
Let's keep it real boy, I'm talking what's coming
Them niggas ain't fo' real, ain't making no money
I got paper chills and Bentleys for real
She got fatties boy, her dreams can get filled
That's a bad boy, most niggas be squeals
We on the route to get this paper, no money, no deal

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