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Артист: C-BoНазвание : Paper MadeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap hip-hop rap west coast west coast rap Видео:
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My whole crew is platinum Quick to throw it down with Magnums We ain`t duckin` when the guns start blastin` What`s happenin` West Coast rollin`, Benjamins foldin` Nigga bank accounts holdin`, more loot than the jews And I just stepped fresh up out some county blues Had me all on the news, cuz I`m gettin` my paper And my goal life now is livin` it major Coppin` Crystal, Champagne I`m in the `Natti with the blow brains Leavin` my mansion up in Spokane The dope Game, was lovely Out with the flip rollos and drop Benzes when they clucked me Now the haters wanna mug me, cuz I`m AMG kid candy on some dub leech But fuck them tricks cuz they haters They stick out like short thumbs around Playaz [Chorus 2x] All I wanna do is get my paper straight Roll up highways sideways out the gates Luxury livin` baddest women and I`m straight Back up with the flames BITCH I`m Paper Made [C-Bo] I still scream "Fuck the World" _Til My Casket Drop_ I give a fuck about parole and these bastard cops He could see me on TV coat with two glocks and a P Cuz some bitch nigga snitched on me down in Cincinnati I bet the bitch thought he had me Ain`t that a bitch how niggaz trip That nigga must have been smokin` the cavi I won`t rest until my `Natti niggaz get him Run up in him hit him with a blade up of in his kidney And leave him face down, real niggaz don`t play around Paralyze that motherfucker from the waste down Cuz he`s a bitch turned snitch on the next nigga On sight I`m takin` his life with the Tec trigga And give a fuck about his kid, cuz he didn`t give a fuck about mine When I was servin` my bid I knew he was a flunky, punk nigga dressed like a junkie Runnin` around with a pound of bunk weed [Chorus 2x] [C-Bo] See I`m all about the cash fool Blast to get a mill and I keep it real fool I owe court and the streets, fuck a deal Wanna see me cuffed and stuck in the back seat of a cop car When I got jewels and pull more strings on a good tar/guitar than a rock star Cop car by the UB wanna do me down like Doobie Straight haters is what you fools be Hangin` on my balls like newbies You do three`s dumped outta trees is how we do these Enemies when we WC `em down like my crew be Pack heaters nonetheless and now better leave his Bulletproof vest down in the Beemer Hit `em up we lead `em then streetsweap `em We don`t need `em That nigga`s a bitch like Ru Paul Whipped his with his ass you`ll be sold like blue balls We some murderers, haven`t ya heard of the straight killa All black, the realest on the map, mission to get the millas Y`all best off feel me, a motherfuckin` real G In this shit Paper Made til they kill me kill me [Chorus 2x] | Похожие исполнители:
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