Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper, artist - Troy Ave. Album song WC5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
Paper |
| Paper, a whole lotta paper |
| Counting up my blessings dropping ashes on my haters |
| Smoking on Gelato, feeling like I’m Pablo hahahaha dig a hole nigga die slow |
| Crawl out, while I ball out when real niggas link up it won’t be no fall out |
| If I’m really trying to fuck, I tell that bitch call out give her this work and |
| give her work go get this half a brick of eightballs out (Powder!) |
| When the real link you best believe there ain’t no fall out |
| Gambino baby you know I’m finna ball out |
| Troy Ave peeped the greatness ya’ll know we about to make it |
| Hate on me for what dawg? |
| I don’t even say shit! |
| Sick of being humble like I don’t put in the work |
| Like we ain’t we come from a jungle, like we ain’t come from the dirt |
| Niggas thought I was a lame just cause I didn’t play sports |
| I was in and out of class nigga trying to dodge court |
| And now I’m cashing knowledge using chips you can’t afford |
| See them J’s is real cool, but I like these Gucci’s more |
| Pops ain’t give a damn, pack ya bags bout his grands |
| Papi wished he stayed around cause now he sees that I’m the man! |
| And when the money come, I don’t want to get naughty |
| You wasn’t with me at the bottom, you ain’t about to get a dollar! |
| I grind till the day where I’m no longer breathing, cause they out here doing |
| this for all the wrong reasons! |
| Paper, a whole lotta paper |
| Counting up my blessings dropping ashes on my haters |
| Smoking on Gelato, feeling like I’m Pablo hahahaha dig a hole nigga die slow |
| Crawl out, while I ball out when real niggas link up it won’t be no fall out |
| If I’m really trying to fuck, I tell that bitch call out give her this work and |
| give her work go get this half a brick of eightballs out (Powder!) |
| They didn’t see this coming I made 'em sick to they stomach |
| I prayed every night so my blessings came in abundance |
| This ain’t no rap song nigga, this is my life |
| And if the game is a gamble, fuck it I’ll roll dice |
| Now throw me in the jungle I survived with the lions |
| Five seven from my toes, but I move like a giant |
| I hit the block and hug it, I really be out here thuggin' |
| Due to the fact that I’m a get it all from nothing! |
| My father was a hustler and so was my older brother |
| I know how to treat people, I get that from my mother |
| So yes, I’m respected and I’m really well connected |
| So if there’s a problem then you know we gon' check it |
| Ask G-Baby I don’t give a fuck attitude |
| I rep it for the love, every block and every avenue |
| So miss me with the bullshit and try again later |
| My moms need a crib so I’m focused on the paper! |
| (Wierdo!) |
| Paper, a whole lotta paper |
| Counting up my blessings dropping ashes on my haters |
| Smoking on Gelato, feeling like I’m Pablo hahahaha dig a hole nigga die slow |
| Crawl out, while I ball out when real niggas link up it won’t be no fall out |
| If I’m really trying to fuck, I tell that bitch call out give her this work and |
| give her work go get this half a brick of eightballs out (Powder!) |
| Crawl out, while I ball out when real niggas link up it won’t be no fall out |
| If I’m really trying to fuck, I tell that bitch call out give her this work and |
| give her work go get this half a brick of eightballs out (Powder!) |