| This is your big homie Bryan B Shynin from Hot 103 Jams, host of underground
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| heat
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| This next one is called «Paper», from that Tech N9ne Collabos, The Gates Mixed
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| Plate, baby!
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| Boy I’m 'bout my presidents
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| Benjamins and Jacksons
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| My name Jay Rock, a.k.a. get paper if you askin'
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| Catch me out in traffic
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| Traffic insult n' tragic
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| That magic trynna get that Frank Lucas and Ricky Ross cabbage
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| Find me on the freeway
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| Doin' deals on the 3 way
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| If you don’t got my paper that chopper split you in 3 ways
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| My money runnin, it should be in some relays
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| No candles on my cake but everyday be my b-day
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| Comin' out that gutta, bitch I’m 'bout my dollas
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| Me and Tech up at the bank, takin' them paper showers
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| Who gives a fuck what you think, broke niggas envy hard
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| Gats in my drawers, guns in the car
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| Knock a nigga off
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| It’s all about survival dawg
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| Get money, fuck bitches, rockstar
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| I’m 'bout my paper, you 'bout some paper? |
| Let’s do some business
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| If you cross me, hundred round magazine you gon' get your issue
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| Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
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| Do what we do to survive (gotta get it)
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| Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
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| Get it like a thief in the night (you know I’m gettin')
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| Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
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| I’m comin' for yours, now it’s mine (all about it)
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| Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
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| Mind on money, money on my mind
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| I’ve sacrificed everything to get this fuckin' money
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| It’ll be a wrap just like a mummy if you try to get it from me
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| Think it’s funny
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| Try to get me when I’m lookin' stunny
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| Your blood and guts runny when I bust in the middle open up your tummy, yummy
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| Federal reserve note
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| Better know the darn ropes
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| Let her go with her folks, find out that she rollin' with your dope
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| Rats never deserve hope, put a knife where there were throats
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| Varicose veins are drained, and not a single word flows
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| Dollars made boss, holla raised cost
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| Cause all was in squalor because of all your days off
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| So I gotta get paid off, I’m a baller nay lost
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| Crosses and your wall lookin' like ragù and hollandaise sauce
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| I’ll make ya the yapa no fakin' a neighbor, forsake ya
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| But if your face is a hater I’ll erase your space on this place, ya
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| Better take the base out your trachea
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| I’mma waste your crepes and your Jäger
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| Not a fuckin' place will be safer
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| I’mma say that it’s scraped in my nature to chase the |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper with Brian B Shynin Intro , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album The Gates Mixed Plate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп