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Paper Chasing Slimmy
by Swoop Gianni
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Lord forgive me for my wrong ways been trying to make a way
All this weight been on my shoulders think it's starting to tear the blades
All this bag chasing feel my legs famous for the race I been down on my ass the same Way that dogs train
Lil baby riding with me ain't no stuffer, she's a gunner, she so thugged out
Hurricane season on the chicken we gone flood routes
Cash money, we gone make it wayne because we done seen the drought
Now it's bookings just to show my face no way I'm logging out
It's a sticky sitchi if you with me we gone bang it out
It's money on the floor it ain't no way that we gone sweep around of course I need you By, but it's the money that's gone keep you round
Love ain't paying bills and it ain't buying shit that drip you down
Swear that love is blind that's the reason I keep stick around hawking every play then we Rejoice like we just met the browns
Ain't saying be no trick if he gone pay you ain't my bitch for now, they take my hands Away just hoping you blow sticky down
It ain't no need to be boo'd up, no, no, no, while we running these blues up, whoa, whoa, Whoa
You're my paper chasing slimmy that's on that baby
Paper route my favorite route and don't you crash baby
Lord forgive me for my wrong ways been trying to make a way
All this weight been on my shoulders think it's starting to tear the blades
All this bag chasing feel my legs famous for the race I been down on my ass the same Way that dogs train
Lil baby riding with me ain't no stuffer, she's a gunner, she so thugged out
Hurricane season on the chicken we gone flood routes
Cash money, we gone make it wayne because we done seen the drought
Now it's bookings just to show my face no way I'm logging out
It's a sticky sitchi if you with me we gone bang it out
It's money on the floor it ain't no way that we gone sweep around of course I need you By, but it's the money that's gone keep you round
Love ain't paying bills and it ain't buying shit that drip you down
Swear that love is blind that's the reason I keep stick around hawking every play then we Rejoice like we just met the browns
Ain't saying be no trick if he gone pay you ain't my bitch for now, they take my hands Away just hoping you blow sticky down
It ain't no need to be boo'd up, no, no, no, while we running these blues up, whoa, whoa, Whoa
You're my paper chasing slimmy that's on that baby
Paper route my favorite route and don't you crash baby
