Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paper |
| I heard niggas wanna stick me for my paper |
| So I went and bought the choppa with the laser |
| Nigga how the fuck is you gon' rob a robber? |
| I don’t think you know I got that problem solver with me |
| I got bought my grandaddy Harry a revolver |
| Bitch I got your number but I’m still not gon' call you |
| If its a lick bitch we hit it already |
| You can have your bitch back I hit it already |
| Nigga you ain’t gettin shit back we split it already |
| You talkin bout that street shit we did it already |
| You can’t testify against me cause he dead already |
| Fuck this rap beef, shoot him in the head already! |
| My niggas with it don’t forget it |
| We pullin up with dracos the size of a midget |
| Pull up knock a nigga off his pivot |
| .223 bullet knock a nigga out his fitted |
| Now he smelling like he shitted |
| He sneak dissed me, that fuck nigga shouldn’t have did it |
| Depends on how I’m feeling I might fuck her once and quit it |
| Cause I ain’t got no time for these in love bitches |
| You better not run your mouth, we put stitches on snitches |
| I’m a young street nigga, I set my Chevy on 6's |
| I’m riding fast in this V12 on the road to riches |
| I’m a male gigolo I leave my semen on bitches! |
| Buy the whole bar cause I’m a nice guy |
| And I’m a rob my plug if the price high |
| We just took off ya Cuban Link |
| Robbed you for your gold |
| You would think I had a patch on my right eye |
| Nigga I don’t fuck more hoes than LL |
| I done sold more blow than Hell Rell |
| Nigga we’ll kick your door down like 12 |
| Rushing out the traphouse, I forgot the scale |
| I can tell these niggas be frail, but act tough as hell |
| I could sell Santana beats, I give you a shell |
| He say he get dough, I couldn’t tell cause he broke as hell |
| Nigga I’m so mothafuckin cold I’m givin em hell! |
| If you go to jail with no bail you probably will tell |
| Free all of my niggas, got them killas living through a cell |
| Earned all my stripes, I’m an OG |
| I got OG’s up in heaven looking over me |
| Used to be a shorty, now the shorties lookin up to me |
| They used to be your bitch, now you sick cause she fuckin me |
| Bitch I feel like a Don, always shining like the fuckin sun |
| I get bitches sprung swinging wood like I’m Barry Bond |
| Ain’t for none, I stick to my gun like a piece of gum |
| From the slums, I need every crumb like a fuckin bum |
| Bitch I ain’t the one talking dumb I cut out ya tounge |
| When I up this gun better run like you’re Forest Gump |
| Braattt bap bap paow |