Paroles Paper Boy de Seynt Pyt Da Representa

Textes et Paroles de Paper Boy

(feat. Flyy)

[Intro:]
Extra Extra... Read all about iiiiiiiitttttt! Yeah!
I'm Here! We bout to make it avalanche in this thang bruh! Throw that paper homie.

[Hook: x2]
I'm throwing paper to the left.
Paper to the right.
All off in the club throwing paper all night.
I'm the fucking paper boy, nigga get ya money right.
If you ain't got no paper, boy you better bag back.

[Verse 1: Seynt Pyt]
Paper Paper Paper, That's what I like to gizet.
Hit up Hollywood, Damn, money all spizent,
But I ain't trippin, I got a black card,
Head to Bottom's up, So I can buy out the bar,
And who I are, You should already know,
Young red nigga, With a mouth full of gold,
And lucky charms, I got them too,
Stupid fruity pebble swag, watch the light hit the jewels,
All retail, no wholesale,
I spit anthrax, gotem scared to check mail,
But I'm the paper boy, so they gotta see me,
Seven days a week bruh, I got these hoes feenin,
Cause I throw it out, Yea I'm showin out,
I tried to tellem Gran, Bitch I'm on fire,
I do it for my city, and them naked hustlers,
Jeff Lacy on they ass, I'm flexing money muscles.

[Hook: x2]
I'm throwing paper to the left.
Paper to the right.
All off in the club throwing paper all night.
I'm the fucking paper boy, nigga get ya money right.
If you ain't got no paper, boy you better bag back.

[Verse 2: Flyy]
Hey Hey Hey...
My paper off the chain, my niggaz throwin stacks with it,
Get yo umbrellaz, finish throwin stacks with it,
Yea I make rain, even though they see a drought,
Got '94 money, sittin off in the couch,
The bar is all mine, so I gotta make it rain on em,
Fish scale money, got my thug niggaz all stuntin,
Everything good ova here, we the truth with it,
And everything these fuck niggaz doin, boy we shittin on it,
Shawty still bouncing on it, stacks big faces on it,
Bllllllllluuuuuuuhhhhhh... count it up, plenty stacks on it,
Pussy you can be phony, attitude is get money,
Stacks on deck, like first round deal money,
Lebron James, on these fuck boy niggaz,
I'm the MVP, throw some money on these niggaz,
Make it rain on em, that's a thunder storm,
Get ya money up, before you fuckin with em.

[Hook: x2]
I'm throwing paper to the left.
Paper to the right.
All off in the club throwing paper all night.
I'm the fucking paper boy, nigga get ya money right.
If you ain't got no paper, boy you better bag back.

[Verse 3: Seynt Pyt]
Long time comin, smellin like money,
Walk, talk, act like, swag like money,
Sha told me to run it, so I went and done it,
Straight up out the gutta, so it ain't no frontin,
And now I'm huntin, for that millibear,
If you ain't talkin paper, get the fuck from outta here,
Find me anywhere, throwin out that paper,
Off in Club Temple, waving hi to the haters,
Grey Goose in my system, no chaser,
Let them broads come to me, I don't chase em,
I place em, then erase em,
But if she bad enough, I might pay some,
Paper Boy for now, want a post office later,
Have haters work for me, stack more paper,
I'm on point homeboy, something like a laser,
Oh you ain't got no money? Nigga raise up!

[Hook: x2]
I'm throwing paper to the left.
Paper to the right.
All off in the club throwing paper all night.
I'm the fucking paper boy, nigga get ya money right.
If you ain't got no paper, boy you better bag back.

[Outro:]
Haha
Seynt Pyt Da Representa Bra
Unsigned Hype Bra... Unsigned Hype
Everybody who was sleepin on me before, wake up and get ya cake up bra
Yeaaa... Yeaaa...
Superstar O on the beat man, I see ya homeboy,
Shout out to my brothers, Grandevil and Shatik, I love ya'll dawg

(Thanks to david for these lyrics)

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