Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper Boy, artist - DMB GottiDate of issue: 13.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paper Boy |
| That’s your ho? |
| I fucked your bitch |
| Hold up, your face look mad as shit |
| She sucked my dick and you kissed her |
| Boy, I nutted all on her lips |
| That’s your ho? |
| I fucked your bitch |
| Hold up, your face look mad as shit |
| She sucked my dick and you kissed her |
| Boy, I nutted all on her lips |
| Your homies blue-blue, they indict mine |
| I drop a hundred bars, pressure up they pipeline |
| I’m at the right place at the right time |
| The bitch only give face if you DM the right line |
| Fuck her, she a thot box |
| Huh, fuckin' all my niggas 'cause we top notch |
| Leave the chopper in the closet with the top locked |
| Nigga say he fucked my bitch, that ain’t mine, though |
| That’s for the gangbang, throw her in the cyclone |
| I’m gettin' chicken, I’m countin' out like I’m livin' different |
| My people tote them choppers, AKA I’m still a nigga |
| The way you talk on Instagram, no, we don’t feel it, nigga |
| Run up in your kitchen, leave evidence on your dishes, nigga |
| I done snuck Glock in the function |
| Off a Perky, I’m whippin' it all for nothin' |
| If nothin' work, then I’m climbin' behind the curtains |
| Grabbin' cash, do the dash, hope it’s worth it, the DMBeezy |
| Every nigga with me gon' dish out smoke (Dish out smoke) |
| Google what my shooter finna get out for (Finna get out for) |
| Cook smoke, only love, no outdoor (No outdoor) |
| I just want your throat, what you strip down for? |
| (Woah) |
| Keep the transaction on the D-'own low (Uh-huh) |
| I’m in and out of state, but I’ma be 'round, though (I'ma be 'round, though) |
| Tryna break somethin' when I be 'round hoes (When I be 'round hoes) |
| Damn near every nigga that you be 'round told, yeah (Woah) |
| Ten toes, you gon' walk for me? |
| (You gon' walk for me?) |
| You gon' slide inside a room and take a call for me? |
| Yeah (Hello?) |
| No percentage, run it all to me (Run it all to me) |
| I’ma show you how to manifest a soft twenty (Easy) |
| Everything Gucci and velvet, you let me tell it (You let me tell it) |
| Young really 'bout his paper, you can smell it (You can smell it) |
| I tried tell 'em, they ain’t felt it how I felt it (Huh?) |
| I was takin' trips to the neck, just bein' selfish |
| That’s your ho? |
| I fucked your bitch |
| Hold up, your face look mad as shit |
| She sucked my dick and you kissed her |
| Boy, I nutted all on her lips |
| That’s your ho? |
| I fucked your bitch |
| Hold up, your face look mad as shit |
| She sucked my dick and you kissed her |
| Boy, I nutted all on her lips |