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Paper Chasers

 

Paper Chasers

(앨범: The Luca Brasi Story - 2013)


I'ma let you hear that other one after I do this
I'ma let you hear the one you know the 6's and all old shit all that we don't fuck around shit
I like this shit man

[Hook:]
Coke and rock and chopping off 'em, private going on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I'm clocking cheese
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper
Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my cellular
This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper

At the Paul Inn with the Tech 9, no bandana, no gloves on
Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't making no love song
This bullshit you sold me got Inisotol no soda on it
I straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smoking homie
Red Camaro, white rally stripes, gon' probably be on TV
Move wrong while the tool on, I'll put your ass on Street Beat
Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender
Park the whip, lay under houses, you're moving round with the stethoscope
Arrested for [?] to teach these pussy niggas 'bout stretching coke
Bend the bend with the machine gun, like, "Say hello to my little friend"
Chick I met at Texaco, down here for school, not visiting
Say it's about to get interesting, bitch say she from Michigan

[Hook]

Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and Springfield
Extended clip, on the nine milli, a lot of hollow tips, no refill
Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the winter time no heat here
I sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beer
And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life
Grind time it's going brroommm
I listen to the radio, we all fly, shawty say she all mine
Color all in the wrong lines, to the dope game I got strong ties
I've sold cocaine, this all the time
Favorite old song, entitled "White Lines"
Watch rich people snort white lines, with white wine at dinner parties
I been retarded, I leave a party
People start to leaving like we the party
Thugging on, don't mention it
Pockets full of Benjamins

[Hook]

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