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$tupid Young

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[RJmrLA:]
RJ
Uh

[RJmrLA ($tupid Young):]
Give my goony some bread, so he coming through your window
Creeping on you with the pistol, hit you and your kinfolk
I don't play around with rappers, I'ma keep this simple
I want the M's and that's it, you gon' get the memo
Don't play with my paper, don't play with my paper
I don't need no more favors, just pay me my paper
Uh, slide me my bread ($tupid Young)
That green light on your head (Uh, look)
Don't play with my paper

[$tupid Young:]
Please don't play with my fetti (No, no)
Creeping through your hood with a motherfucking semi' (Brrt)
Hold up, I don't think these niggas ready
See me in your nightmare like my name is Freddy (Ah)
We gon' creep through his hood in a Benzy (In a Benzy)
Leave his brains all red like spaghetti (Like spaghetti)
Got that 40 on me, I'ma hold it heavy
I been tryna dodge UCs in the Chevy
Hold up, nigga, you know how I do
Glocks on when opps out when we ride through
In and out through his block like a drive-thru (Skrrt)
Left a nigga shirt all red like he from Piru
It feel good when your neighborhood behind you (Uh)
It feel good when the city cosign you (What?)

[RJmrLA:]
Give my goony some bread, so he coming through your window
Creeping on you with the pistol, hit you and your kinfolk
I don't play around with rappers, I'ma keep this simple
I want the M's and that's it, you gon' get the memo
Don't play with my paper, don't play with my paper
I don't need no more favors, just pay me my paper
Uh, slide me my bread
That green light on your head
Don't play with my paper

[Rucci:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm from Naybors (Go)
Oaktown right now, on the field with the Raiders (Oak)
Oh, you ain't heard the latest? I'm the motherfucking greatest
Ayy, what's your motherfucking name? Call me RuccDawg, baby
(Go Rucci), .357 in my 7 jeans
First time I sent a dumb bitch, I was seventeen
Ayy, you know I'm all about my paper
Touch down in the Bay, ghost ride on scraper
Suicide doors, still see the four hoes
Got a pocket full of money, car tailing with my bros
Bitch, I'm the shit like a pimp named Slick Back
Give my homie some bread just to find out where you live at

[RJmrLA:]
Give my goony some bread, so he coming through your window
Creeping on you with the pistol, hit you and your kinfolk
I don't play around with rappers, I'ma keep this simple
I want the M's and that's it, you gon' get the memo
Don't play with my paper, don't play with my paper
I don't need no more favors, just pay me my paper
Uh, slide me my bread
That green light on your head
Don't play with my paper

[Azjah:]
Fuck a favor, had to grind for this (Yeah)
They be talking, I don't hear 'em, ain't got time for this (Nah, nah)
And all that cap up in your rap, we never mind the shit (Ooh, ooh)
And all this ice up on my neck, I might just blind a bitch
I just pulled up on a nigga in a big body (Yeah)
How'd you bust down the door? Yeah, big body
Hood rich, nice 'fit like a lick probably
She be lacking, she be lacking if she sit by me, ooh
All my niggas bang big Crips and Whoops (Yeah)
Plus outside the city, I'm gon' stand for my troops (What?)
Legendary, I should have my own shoe (Yeah)
I'm feeling like Snoop

[RJmrLA:]
Give my goony some bread, so he coming through your window
Creeping on you with the pistol, hit you and your kinfolk
I don't play around with rappers, I'ma keep this simple
I want the M's and that's it, you gon' get the memo
Don't play with my paper, don't play with my paper
I don't need no more favors, just pay me my paper
Uh, slide me my bread
That green light on your head
Don't play with my paper

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