Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper Route , by - Mac Miller. Song from the album K.I.D.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Paper Route |
| Chevy, please let me roll this weed up |
| This the main event so watch the people pull they seats up |
| Bottle of some gin, let’s just hit a couple freaks up |
| I’ma take one home and have her singing like the Glee Club |
| Never on no cheap stuff |
| Here we got expensive taste |
| Green lights, never press the brakes |
| You can look at us roll |
| All the kush that we blow |
| You know I’m at the shows looking good for these hoes |
| Got they man on patrol |
| Shorty wanna live it up |
| Playing hard to get but she wanna give it up |
| Yeah, you smoking good but I’m probably smoking better |
| 151, taking shots with no Beretta |
| Know me homie, I’m the king |
| You could watch me do my thing |
| With a drink getting drunk, having one night flings |
| This is Pittsburgh, home of the six rings |
| We getting money now, all we hear is, «Chi-ching» |
| And we do anything to get this paper |
| So they follow everywhere we go |
| So for the bullshit, we ain’t got later |
| 'Cause we out here on this road |
| And we do anything to get this paper |
| So they follow everywhere we go |
| So for the bullshit, we ain’t got later |
| 'Cause we out here on this road |
| Cool ass, fly around, chillin', young fool |
| Gin cup sipping, that’s me, that’s what I do |
| I got the gang in my bloodstream, strong how I’m living |
| And I’m G’d up so they just throw away the kitten, it’s real |
| I swear you hella bad, the youngin Mac tell me about you |
| But we cool, if you stuck up, we can go without you |
| We on the money, he schoolin', you know I be the block |
| I swear the homie got a gift so he don’t need the block |
| Zig Zag papers, king size |
| Smoking, chilling, in angry cars, mean rides |
| Pops was a hustler and Moms ran track |
| So tell me what you get in me when you mix that |
| I just sit back, light mines |
| And middle finger you suckers with my nice rhymes |
| So whether home or on the road |
| We getting dough it follows us everywhere that we go |
| And we do anything to get this paper |
| So they follow everywhere we go |
| So for the bullshit, we ain’t got later |
| 'Cause we out here on this road |
| And we do anything to get this paper |
| So they follow everywhere we go |
| So for the bullshit, we ain’t got later |
| 'Cause we out here on this road |