Paper Freestyle
Cityxan
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I just want the paper I just want some paper, f*ck these bitches keep em far from me If I got a 50, I'ma put a 10 on top your head I don't need security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that That lil bitch too mad I fucked her friend that go by Rosaly I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop the top and swerve the whip Upgraded my drip from TKmax to designer shit Louis belt, Balmain jeans, bust down Rollie, half a ticket Street nigga, and I'm rich, still got money, just like Ye Street nigga, big bag, I can put you on f*ck the fame, I'm gettin' bigger, I bought my mama a Benz Big money, what I'm standin' on, need a Escalade Tinted blacked out whip, bitch, niggas talkin' mad I just hit him with a drum, that's why he paralyzed That bitch can't work no more, he ain't get no bag no more Tell his partner I can't collect him from the morgue That bitch done got a tag, lil' bro like, what the f*ck I caught him in the scope Yeah, it's the only way to get shit done, man I can't believe it, I done freestyled this whole thing I should just become a rap nigga, man, on some real shit Let's get it crackin I just want some paper, f*ck these bitches keep em far from me If I got a 50, I'ma put a 10 on top your head I don't need security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that That lil' bitch too mad I fucked her friend that goes by Rosaly I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop that top and swerve the whip upgraded my drip from TKmax into designer shit Louis belt, Balmain jeans, bust down Rollie, half a ticket Street, nigga, and I'm rich, still got money, just like, Ye Playboy shit, street, nigga, get that bag My jewelry be magnetic, they be pullin' every bitch Started with Vanessa, now the room full of bodies I got plenty bitches, I don't gotta waste my time on one If you got a chance with me just pray to God that, I don't leave It's time to get the bag, don't forget, who to f*ck it with Shawty stand on business like a soldier, what the f*ck she on It's time to feed the baby she like daddy with the blues at Ha ha ha, ayy, first time rappin' this shit First time snappin' this shit Ayy, I'm probably gon' go platinum, nigga Ayy, platinum, let's get it crackin I just want some paper, f*ck these bitches keep em far from me If I got a fifty, I'ma put a ten on top your head I don't need security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that That lil' bitch too mad I fucked her friend that goes by Rosaly I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop that top and swerve the whip upgraded my drip from TKmax into designer shit Louis belt, Balmain jeans, Bust down Rollie half a ticket Street nigga and I'm rich, still got money just like Ye
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