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Paper Planes
by Doubt3d
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She the rollin' type
Well baby, let's get fuckin' high
Like too much always on my mind
Like every single day and night
I'ma take you out to outer space
Smokin' on that cookie crunch, you know I always bring the flame
Paved a way, you know I'm really comin' through
Rags to riches, bad bitch, cold, she so delicious
On my way, I'm on a mission
We gon' crash down like we paper planes
Baby, come on, take this to the face
Speed like Ricky Bobby in the wraith
Let me count my green, I'll take you to the bank
Why they switch lanes, that's a thing I don't know
My baby really crazy, she loco
I'ma take her higher than the sky, like the ozone
Me, myself, and I, I make this money like a boatload
Got 'em by the throat, you know I will never let go
She the rollin' type
Well baby, let's get fuckin' high
Like too much always on my mind
Like every single day and night
I'ma take you out to outer space
Smokin' on that cookie crunch, you know I always bring the flame
Paved a way, you know I'm really comin' through
Rags to riches, bad bitch, cold, she so delicious
On my way, I'm on a mission
We gon' crash down like we paper planes
She do cocaine, please don't slide my way
I'm like, no way, we are not the same
Richie Rich, the way I count up all my bags
She always tweaking', that's the reason I ain't lookin' back
On my star ship, we gon' get it started
Reaching for the moon in the middle of the cosmic
I'm ballin' for the green, it look like I play for Boston
All eyes on me, this ain't no dream
Yeah
She the rollin' type
Well baby, let's get fuckin' high
Like too much always on my mind
Like every single day and night
I'ma take you out to outer space
Smokin' on that cookie crunch, you know I always bring the flame
Paved a way, you know I'm really comin' through
Rags to riches, bad bitch, cold, she so delicious
On my way, I'm on a mission
We gon' crash down like we paper planes
Rolling slow, might be in outer space
I count my dope, imma take it to the face
I sip that slow, you know I been high today
Ain't no way imma end up switching lanes
I feel so gone, I don't know where I'm at
She caught me fucked up
She the rollin' type
Well baby, let's get fuckin' high
Like too much always on my mind
Like every single day and night
I'ma take you out to outer space
Smokin' on that cookie crunch, you know I always bring the flame
Paved a way, you know I'm really comin' through
Rags to riches, bad bitch, cold, she so delicious
On my way, I'm on a mission
We gon' crash down like we paper planes
Baby, come on, take this to the face
Speed like Ricky Bobby in the wraith
Let me count my green, I'll take you to the bank
Why they switch lanes, that's a thing I don't know
My baby really crazy, she loco
I'ma take her higher than the sky, like the ozone
Me, myself, and I, I make this money like a boatload
Got 'em by the throat, you know I will never let go
She the rollin' type
Well baby, let's get fuckin' high
Like too much always on my mind
Like every single day and night
I'ma take you out to outer space
Smokin' on that cookie crunch, you know I always bring the flame
Paved a way, you know I'm really comin' through
Rags to riches, bad bitch, cold, she so delicious
On my way, I'm on a mission
We gon' crash down like we paper planes
She do cocaine, please don't slide my way
I'm like, no way, we are not the same
Richie Rich, the way I count up all my bags
She always tweaking', that's the reason I ain't lookin' back
On my star ship, we gon' get it started
Reaching for the moon in the middle of the cosmic
I'm ballin' for the green, it look like I play for Boston
All eyes on me, this ain't no dream
Yeah
She the rollin' type
Well baby, let's get fuckin' high
Like too much always on my mind
Like every single day and night
I'ma take you out to outer space
Smokin' on that cookie crunch, you know I always bring the flame
Paved a way, you know I'm really comin' through
Rags to riches, bad bitch, cold, she so delicious
On my way, I'm on a mission
We gon' crash down like we paper planes
Rolling slow, might be in outer space
I count my dope, imma take it to the face
I sip that slow, you know I been high today
Ain't no way imma end up switching lanes
I feel so gone, I don't know where I'm at
She caught me fucked up
