Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper , by - Nines. Song from the album One Foot In, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paper |
| Kept my mind on my dough |
| Other rappers were dying to blow |
| I was flying that crow |
| No time for a show |
| Ice city all them other niggas moist |
| Had revolver barrels spinning like them judges on The Voice |
| I just put a classic out every summer then its back to doing numbers |
| All i do is give packages to runners (Huh!) |
| But all these niggas hating I don’t feel the love |
| I’ll punch my nigga in the face for tryna steal the plug |
| I need every penny so I scrape the pyrex |
| My nigga ask me how I’d feel if he dating my ex |
| Told him no stress if he’s linking my old boo |
| I swear there ain’t a vest my ting couldn’t go through |
| Few sales on the strip 100 niggas grinding |
| 20K on my wrist and none of its from rhyming |
| In a bud drought had them feens high on B |
| And I don’t need no one cos i rely on me its nines |
| No time for these hoes cos I’m tryna get this (Paper) |
| Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper) |
| And I ain’t writing bars all I think about is (Paper) |
| Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper) |
| We ain’t your average dreamers |
| The Rap Game’s messy it’s time we clean up |
| Because in Mans city who’s winning my team yes |
| Always coming with realness |
| Up on the 7th floor two room view where I blow out my reefer |
| Listening to Jah cure blaze out the speaker |
| Eyes low frass of the weed cah |
| Mitch got me that loud out in benalmadena |
| They don’t know what I do to these beats star |
| For a nice price I’m a hell of a feature |
| See this track here ill turner to tina |
| Now I gets mic watch me fuck it up |
| I seen them toppa tops lick off couple shots |
| Any man there talk get shot a box |
| Can’t do dirt with no chatterbox |
| Rapping back when girls were playing double dutch |
| Before we knew how to reverse or even double clutch |
| No time for these hoes cos I’m tryna get this (Paper) |
| Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper) |
| And I ain’t writing bars all I think about is (Paper) |
| Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper) |