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Babyface Ray

Paperwork Party

 

Paperwork Party

(альбом: For You - 2020)


(Trapboy3k)
Yeah, yeah
My nigga Don passed out in here
Still be sipping this shit when it's foreign cars and shit, ayy

Paperwork party (You on paperwork, nigga)
Paperwork party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paperwork party
Paperwork party

I'm good on the paperwork (I'm good)
Wake up out a lean coma, go straight to work (There)
Nigga, crack the seal for me, let me taste it first (Let me taste it)
Nigga, blow that shit, I never seen a money truck chase a hearse (On my life)
Shit fucked up for him, he'll snatch a purse
I was just talking to the broker, tryna snatch a vert
Cause told me stop rapping, but the rapping work
He was tryna put me on game how the vacuum work (I get it)
I don't wanna party (Uh-uh)
That paper forever on my mind, I'm retarded (Forever)
I ain't have no clue it would be this when it started
The price of a blue raise up when you froze it (Facts)
Nigga need to drip water, went and got my piece watered, I be on it sleepwalking
So many blues on me, I feel like C-walking
When Siri give directions, I imagine Reek talking
Nigga, I'm tryna keep balling
Dog-walk bitches, I should put a leash on 'em (Bitches)
I ain't need liquor, put a half a P on her (Bitch)
No limit to this shit, I'm like Master P on 'em (Uh)
Fuck them Diors, lil' pass a G for 'em (Fuck it)
Ain't none of this my plan, what you mad at me for? (Uh-uh)
Super smacked, shooting there and shooting back
I need a mansion in the hills, coupe to match (The coupe)

Paperwork party
Paperwork party
Paperwork party, yeah

Nigga think the feds on him
Got locked, he ain't even have no bail money
Pick my daughter up from school, she say I smell funny
Dirty Sprite, exotics, and Chanel on me
Ayy, playing in that field, it get real for you
They ain't up a pint, let's get real muddy
You don't need a deal, just some pill junkies
Don't leave him with too much, he'll steal from you
Yeah, my raps real, you cap still, need an act deal
Dropped a pint, broke the glass just like Shaq did
What you got? Where your racks? What your stats is?
(I peeped a stack, rolling up)

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