Текст песни C-Bo - Paper Made, слова песни C-Bo

Текст песни C-Bo - Paper Made

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[C-Bo]My whole crew is platinumQuick to throw it down with MagnumsWe ain`t duckin` when the guns start blastin`What`s happenin`West Coast rollin`, Benjamins foldin`Nigga bank accounts holdin`, more loot than the jewsAnd I just stepped fresh up out some county bluesHad me all on the news, cuz I`m gettin` my paperAnd my goal life now is livin` it majorCoppin` Crystal, ChampagneI`m in the `Natti with the blow brainsLeavin` my mansion up in SpokaneThe dope Game, was lovelyOut with the flip rollos and drop Benzes when they clucked meNow the haters wanna mug me, cuz I`m AMG kid candy on some dub leechBut fuck them tricks cuz they hatersThey stick out like short thumbs around Playaz[Chorus 2x]All I wanna do is get my paper straightRoll up highways sideways out the gatesLuxury livin` baddest women and I`m straightBack up with the flames BITCHI`m Paper Made[C-Bo]I still scream "Fuck the World" _Til My Casket Drop_I give a fuck about parole and these bastard copsHe could see me on TV coat with two glocks and a PCuz some bitch nigga snitched on me down in CincinnatiI bet the bitch thought he had meAin`t that a bitch how niggaz tripThat nigga must have been smokin` the caviI won`t rest until my `Natti niggaz get himRun up in him hit him with a blade up of in his kidneyAnd leave him face down, real niggaz don`t play aroundParalyze that motherfucker from the waste downCuz he`s a bitch turned snitch on the next niggaOn sight I`m takin` his life with the Tec triggaAnd give a fuck about his kid, cuz he didn`t give a fuck about mineWhen I was servin` my bidI knew he was a flunky, punk nigga dressed like a junkieRunnin` around with a pound of bunk weed[Chorus 2x][C-Bo]See I`m all about the cash foolBlast to get a mill and I keep it real foolI owe court and the streets, fuck a dealWanna see me cuffed and stuck in the back seat of a cop carWhen I got jewels and pull more strings on a good tar/guitar than a rock starCop car by the UB wanna do me down like DoobieStraight haters is what you fools beHangin` on my balls like newbiesYou do three`s dumped outta trees is how we do theseEnemies when we WC `em down like my crew bePack heaters nonetheless and now better leave hisBulletproof vest down in the BeemerHit `em up we lead `em then streetsweap `emWe don`t need `emThat nigga`s a bitch like Ru PaulWhipped his with his ass you`ll be sold like blue ballsWe some murderers, haven`t ya heard of the straight killaAll black, the realest on the map, mission to get the millasY`all best off feel me, a motherfuckin` real GIn this shit Paper Made til they kill me kill me[Chorus 2x]

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