Paper Route
Gtp Banks
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Sipping on this high tech ya my cup be red my pockets blue Call me up a eater from the south side an she coming through If she try to spend the night I hit the breeze I feel like drew Wanna come an get a bag little baby gotta f*ck the crew This shit ain't been new to us we moving on a paper route Run up in your trap we grab it all we finna clean em out Lined up by a bitch your ass so stupid he be fiendin' out Pillow talking that's that sucka shit y'all Eatin cemen now Fucked up on this one bitch ya that little hoe look like Jayda Wayda You ain't showing love to me you dead to me you just a hater Zaza shit be punchin in my lungs shit punch like Joe frazier An we pouring up that nineteen forty-two said we ain't f*ck wit yager Put my phone on DND don't like to be disturbed Said I only fucked her one time and i put her on the curb If we talking bout some motion then I'm sayin what's the word An I only f*ck with bad bitches ion f*ck with birds I been grindin for my spot ya they hate to see me blowing up Mix the henny with the casamigos got me throwing up F*ck around an pop an adderall this shit be going up I'm sorry mama ya your baby boy been really growing up Forgive me for my sins I be feeling like the devil I be riding through my city I be clutching on my metal When I hop up in that six speed ima step up on the pedal I'm the king up in this shit got me feeling like torreto Ya we movin really fast we movin furious Lil bitch see the print up on my pants she getting curious F*ck up out my face I told her that she sound delirious She keep on blowing up my phone I ask her is she serious Can't be caught loufin' or be outside with a groupie She told me that she love me ya I swear it really blew me Ion really f*ck wit feelings give a f*ck I tell her sue me It's aight since a youngin ya my heart been looking gloomy You f*ck around wit them f*ck arounds you f*ck around you gon find out Ride around with a hunnit pack in a duffel bag I'm gon ride out Mini drac with a cooling kit an a green beam no hide out Call my little bro know he gonna pull up know he gonna slide out (You know he gon slide out) (You know we gon ride out) (You know we won't hide out) (You know we gon wild out) (Don't f*ck around) (You f*ck around gon find out) (Alright) Sipping on this high tech ya my cup be red my pockets blue Call me up a eater from the south side an she coming through If she try to spend the night I hit the breeze I feel like drew Wanna come an get a bag little baby gotta f*ck the crew This shit ain't been new to us we moving on a paper route Run up in your trap we grab it all we finna clean em out Lined up by a bitch your ass so stupid he be fiendin' out Pillow talking that's that sucka shit y'all Eatin cemen now Gotta f*ck the crew Said lil baby gotta f*ck the crew Baby girl you Comin through You know You gotta f*ck the crew
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