kenny muney - paper route lyrics
[intro: kenny muney & key glock]
yeah
(aimonmyneck, at it again)
paper route business
long live flippa (ayo, shotto, turn that sh+t up)
tell them lil’ boys that (yeah)
[chorus: kenny muney]
i’m on the route to go get me some paper (shew, shew)
chasin’ this paper gon’ f+ck up my route (shew, shew, uh, uh)
this an empire, no game, but don’t play with these letters, i promise i’m takin’ your—, shh (fah+fah+fah+fah+fah)
yeah, b+tch bad, i’m takin’ her out (yeah)
booty so big, hard to sit in my lap (yeah)
big pretty titties, let me feel it, ooh, soft as a cloud
nut on her nose, then i’m back to the trap (i’m gone)
hеll yeah, i’m back on the route (lеt’s go)
[verse 1: kenny muney & key glock]
i was on go, where you headed to now? (skrrt)
me and my chopper don’t be with no crowd
bro don’t be with me when we on the business
if this ’bout money, i’m bringin’ ’em ’round (’round)
paper route business, can’t sit at this round (table) table (ayy)
hey, daddio, break this sh+t out (ayy, break out)
man, my n+ggas go back+to+back, maybach, don’t make me call glock
all my n+ggas got cash, no cow (yeah)
we the ones made it in the game with no deal (yeah)
handsome f+ck n+ggas, they know what we ’bout (yeah)
way before rap, i had big racks, for real (big racks)
two hundred p’s in the middle of the south (phew)
on my grandma, we been had racks, been turnin’ everybody down
i wanted money, i won with the cap
they can fool y’all, but i know what they ’bout (yeah)
yeah, i ain’t nothin’ like these n+ggas that rap
come sell your soul, come and shoot you some cr+ps
we illuminati, secret society
come around here, don’t be runnin’ your mouth (shh, don’t do it)
paper route business, whole lotta errthang (yeah)
they know they ain’t the ones runnin’ the town (fah+fah+fah+fah+fah, mob)
[verse 2: key glock]
get back gang, turn his smile to a frown (yeah)
i wrap you up like these verses and pounds (pounds)
thirty rounds on me, i’m standin’ my ground (fah, fah, fah, yeah)
plain jane, rose gold look like a gram, glock (yeah)
smokin’ opp pack out the pound (opp pack)
these n+ggas students, they study my ‘gram (yeah, glock)
if i press one b+tton, that sh+t can go down
if i press one b+tton, that sh+t can go down (yeah)
like my drop top (skrrt), he got smoked in the car (fah, fah, fah), no hot box
cuz playin’ with squares, no hopscotch (phew)
free bro, he got caught with a hot glock (yeah)
glizock in her mouth like a cough drop (glizock, yeah)
if i ain’t gettin’ money, i’m gettin’ head (yeah)
pockets fat, think i need jenny craig (pockets fat, think i need jenny craig, yeah)
if i’m glock opp, i’d be scared (be scarred, yeah)
lord knows i had a b+tch that bad (yeah)
and i hate n+ggas that be lyin’ about puttin’ in work
made a million dollars ‘fore i made a kid (kid)
i married to the money, and baby girl, even though i might flirt (ayy)
give a n+gga shots, no gen (fah, fah, fah)
i run around this b+tch, get my coins like a subway surfer (shew, shew, ayy)
these n+ggas cap more than lids (cap)
me and kenny muney been about this money since birth
[bridge: kenny muney & key glock]
muney (got ’em)
5l (you dig?)
[chorus: kenny muney]
i’m on the route to go get me some paper
chasin’ this paper gon’ f+ck up my route (uh, uh)
this an empire, no game, but don’t play with these letters, i promise i’m takin’ your—
yeah, b+tch bad, i’m takin’ her out (yeah)
booty so big, hard to sit in my lap (yeah)
big pretty titties, let me feel it, ooh, soft as a cloud
nut on her nose, then i’m back to the trap (i’m gone)
h+ll yeah, i’m back on the route (i’m back on the route)
[outro: kenny muney]
yeah, paper route business, n+gga
the only business
ain’t sleepin’, cuz, what you say, my n+gga? f+ck ’em
f+ck everybody, f+ck all them n+ggas
long live flippa
with us or against us
nah, you against us, you can’t get with us, n+gga
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