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Paper Chaser

 

Paper Chaser

(álbum: Cocaine Riot 2 - 2012)


You be paper chasing, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, and make something out of nothing
You handle yo biz, and don't be cryin and suffering
Yeaahhhhh you know I'm goin in

Fifty racks up in that Louie just made fifty more
Fifty rounds up out that uzi 'gest you hit the floor
You on your grind, you make your runs, you keep your pockets healthy.
You hit your runners with that work, your block is rocking steady
That's what I'm talking about, lil' one do your thing
You stepping on that competition pursuing your game.
Thirty on your wrist, about eighty on your sterling,
You got them haters sick, they finna earl up.
You pray to God you keep your focus, never go insane,
Make each and every dollar count and stack all of your change.
But them jackers they ain't jacking that shit that you say
They catch you slipping line you up that chopper hit your brain.

You be paper chasing, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, and make something out of nothing
You handle yo biz, and don't be cryin and suffering
Yeaahhhhh you know I'm goin in

All this water on me make these bitches go insane
Workaholic make my donuts with that coffee man
I'm stepping out, work, I'm stepping on
Inquisition for that paper probably call my mo-, call my mobile phone.
You fuck around you killers put your shit up on a curb
Knock your melon off your neck, your days have been disturbed.
Smash your wound we grow up back, back and forth that venue.
Leave with your chick right in that whip, I cut that like Ginsu
Balling so hard on these busters, think I need a ring
Why you cramping on that locker room, I'm in the game?
They need to know I'm crushing everything within my range
My jewelry dripping and I got that candy paint, you see them stained.

You be paper chasing, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, and make something out of nothing
You handle yo biz, and don't be cryin and suffering
Yeaahhhhh you know I'm goin in

feito

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