maajins - Paper lyrics
[maajins - Paper lyrics]
Yeah, it's I'm scared
Are you excited about it?
I'm scared (Ahaha)
I'm genuinely scared (What are you scared?)
Yeah, ah ah, yeah, ah
Ah, yeah, ah (Blatt) ah, yeah
I ride around in that big body
Whip and that bitch tinted black
I move just like Obama (Yeah)
I'm blowing up like Osama
I might get a flight to Dubai
And just cop me a llama
Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh)
Your bitch in my crib and
I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom)
Run to the coin like I'm Sonic
I took that boy racks, now he whining
Lil' boy, come and find it
You know I count paper (Yeah)
Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh)
Told this lil' bitch, "These
Ricks, not no Converse
Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yеah, uh uh)
You know I count paper
Beam on the Glock, lasеr
You know I got clientele
My nickname The Big Layer (Ew)
"You better watch where you step"
I said, "Sorry bitch, I'm off the boof"
She chew me up like some food
I'm off a Xan', act like a fool (Yeah)
His momma just got the news
Damn, now her son in the ground
These niggas mad I go up, they like, "How?"
I paid for her butt, now she singing Abow
Paper I'm stacking, I'm fly like a dragon
I'm fly like Aladdin, lil' bitch
I ain't cappin' tonight, I am rappin'
But know I ain't lackin'
Think I sold my soul by
The paper I'm havin'
But back to the rappin'
Got that lil' bitch gaggin'
My ex for a reason, that shit never happened
(Yeah)
Lil' bitch, you need to get back back back
Got a all black Scat', cartel movin' tac
Antisocial tana
ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron
I ride around in that big body
Whip and that bitch tinted black
I move just like Obama (Yeah)
I'm blowing up like Osama
I might get a flight to Dubai
And just cop me a llama
Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh)
Your bitch in my crib and
I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom)
Run to the coin like I'm Sonic
I took that boy racks, now he whining
Lil' boy, come and find it
You know I count paper (Yeah)
Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh)
Told this lil' bitch, "These
Ricks, not no Converse
Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yеah, uh uh)
You know I count paper
Beam on the Glock, lasеr
You know I got clientele
My nickname The Big Layer (Ew)
I ride around in that big body
Whip and that bitch tinted black
I move just like Obama (Yeah)
I'm blowing up like Osama
I might get a flight to Dubai
And just cop me a llama
Shout-out Future, we fuckin' up commas (Huh)
Your bitch in my crib and
I fucked up her bonnet (Nyoom)
Run to the coin like I'm Sonic
I took that boy racks, now he whining
Lil' boy, come and find it
You know I count paper (Yeah)
Beam on the Glock, laser (Uh, uh)
Told this lil' bitch, "These
Ricks, not no Converse
Not no Chuck Taylor" (Yeah, uh uh)
You know I count paper
Beam on the Glock, laser
You know I got clientele
My nickname The Big Layer (Ew)