Lyrics:
jeans (Uhhh)
Weed rolling Weeg cash money behind the scenes
I plan to make it by any means
Fin to break the surface like sharks out in the ocean
Give me
just keep wasting the paper
I'm lost for words Imma just
Keep spitting verses
I've been in the dirt
And been treated like I was worthless
You gotta
Give me green, give me paper, give me dead presidents
Give me diamonds, give me gold on my necklace
I'm plenty stressed, lord bless me with dead
just the way of life
Oh I just wish I could say
It's nice working day and night
To get my paper right
Dealing with these sleepless
Nights to be the boss
Tyler recording verse from DEATHCAMP
DEATH CAMP
I'm recording songs, directing these
Videos, doing these photoshoots
The release date is comin'
We look
this song got me thinkin' out my range
With no piff involved, my swag flyer than a plane
With the ruly attitude, ignorant, arrogant dude
Excuse me, I'm
till your eyes get cataracts
(Snoop Dogg)
Who got a girl layin' on her back?
(Snoop Dogg)
Who's that makin' that paper stack?
(Snoop Dogg)
You
Snoop Dogg
You've got a girl lay her on her back
Snoop Dogg
Millionaire, makin that paper stack
Snoop Dogg (Snoop)
You play me and I'll play you
You pay
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down
dead wrong
Rest of my chrome
Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your [Incomprehensible]
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
never care
I thought that I could make song and never care if it was never shared
But now I'm fuckin' scared. I'm fucking terrified
I almost got hit by
This isn't a sad song
I mean it's not a happy song
But it's not a sad song
It's just a way I feel sometimes
I get lost in thinking about time
And all
(People laugh and love and cry) I'm still missing you
The paper boy still comes around just like he used to do
But he's a little taller now and I'm
Heaven or hell, at least I’m not going by myself
Underneath the surface
Can’t find the purpose
All the hate that I see everywhere I go
No control,
Stereo stereo stereo yeah
Stereo stereo stereo yeah
Stereo stereo stereo oou yeah
Yeah, grandma said go and get this paper yeah
My brother said go
gotta be too (hey now)
This one's for them girls that did me wrong
Now I get em by two (hey now)
Dj play this, this her favorite song
She leave wit me by
a made man?
Shit I be feelin' like I'm God, like I made man
Black man gettin' money through the made men
Paper chasin', let saber scrape
And get money,
Snatched the symbol, tied his hands to make examples
Substantial amounts you owe to the fam, crew
Firm affiliation, paper chasin'
Chips glossy, rich Pablo
gets more cleared
By seeing negativity all around me
All it ever does is motivate and make my heart beat
One second, two seconds, three seconds four
You
away
So I'll turn them into songs for my demons to replay
I fell for her so fast
And I wanted these feelings to pass
Because deep down I was afraid
And oh
I've been up since 10
Writing you this song
You've been in my head
Can't tell what's right or wrong
when you're in my bed
Can't figure out my
to at least
In the way that I was taught
By every pastel posed soap drenched
Magazine bought
The paper cuts
Inviting the leeches to the feast
Each tiny pull
on a paper
Or hear it in a song
Crеating SOUR was exactly that
Experiеnce i really used it as a way to
Process so many uncomfortable emotions
And so many
She's Bold But I Roll With It, I'm Impressed Cause She's Sweet
Then She Says "I Heard Your Song And I'm Obsessed With The Beat,
I Mean, The Lyrics Are
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