| B. G
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| Uh-huh I’m bout my feddi by all means
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| Look here I be on a paper chase I’m all about my cheddar
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| I ain’t touching the mic if it ain’t five Gs or better
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| I plan never to fall short again
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| I want game
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| Wootay I’ma tell ya no pain no gain
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| I hustle hard for what I want thats how I get it
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| I struggle hard and if its out there I’m goin get it
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| If ya see CMR a dollar sign on the CD
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| Somewhere on there you’ll see featuring the B. G
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| Me and my nigga B like Suge and Pac
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| We gettin' our shine on all the way to the top
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| Look ain’t no stoppin' us boy don’t try
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| When you hear it once it ain’t no secret you go and buy
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| You can lie bout this stunt bout that
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| You can’t dodge these fifty shots I’m bout ta rat-tat-tat
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| Ain’t nothin change still a busta wig splitter
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| Straight hustle for my chesse I’ma money go-getter
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| Bout my paper my chesse so before my eyes close
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| I want my green ta add up ta six zeros
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| Get yo fetti nigga somebody playa hate split’em
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| Get yo fetti nigga somebody stop you kill’em
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| Its all about Benjamins thats all I wanna have
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| Ducked off in my house with a ho takin' a bubble bath
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| Sparklin' marble coverin' all my room floors
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| A maid in a bathin' suit doin' my house chores
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| Do not disturb sign on my bedroom door
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| Cuz my dick gettin' ate by my number one whore
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| Look I’m money hungry
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| Bout actin' a donkey
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| No longer a junkie
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| I got rid of that monkey
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| I’m cheeky I don’t want you fuckin' with my shit
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| My neck and my knuckles covered with crushed out shit
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| Sparklin' gold cover my muthafuckin' grill
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| Pockets filled with big head hundred dollar bills
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| Fuckin' up this rap game with these wicked rap skills
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| And ain’t far from makin' Gs ta makin' mills
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| I’m a treal B.G. |
| uptown hard hitter
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| On the real my nigga I’ma money go-getter
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| Oh I gotta get it gotta grab it
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| Gotta have it
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| Like snortin' dope but snortin' coke is a habit
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| I gotta see it gotta feel it
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| Quick ta spin it
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| Shoot dice all day with my niggas tryin' ta win it
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| I rap hustle cuz I’m a hustlin' ass nigga
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| Also a gat totter bout bustin' some ass nigga
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| So you, can play with me bout my chesse
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| You gotta go fool in a casket six feet deep
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| Sellin' tapes and CDs
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| Like sellin' pick threes
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| Ring up a million sales we done hit the lottery
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| I’m a benjamin chaser
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| Playa hata eraser
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| Police have no case
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| Cuz I do murders without a trace
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| I’m almost at home I done past third base
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| I’m playin' with five figures when I get six I’m straight
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| If I catch yo bitch down bad I’ma hit her
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| Paper chaser nigga B.G. |
| a money go-getter
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| (I'm bout my feddi nigga, I’m bout my feddi by all means nessacarry,
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| it’s about the benjamins, it’s all about the green the mutha fuckin' dope, B.G.
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| I get, I get mine on, I get my grind on my shine on, You tryna get yours?
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| I’m stackin mine, you stackin yours?) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 'Bout My Paper, artist - B.G.. Album song Chopper City In The Ghetto, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп