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mayham - paperboy lyrics

[verse 1: mayham]
hold up, what’s my name?
back with a track i can’t explain
back with a rap, that’s back to the cr-p
til i’m back to the back to the back again
like i’m back to the core, back to the plain
back to the back when i’m rapping as mayham
i’m acting, i’m faking, i’m back to the basic
the fact is i’m actually insane
i’m goin’ hard to leave a mark, til you hear me when the needle drops
til the dj cuts the record, and you hear me when the beat has stopped
til my music’s all up in your head, all my s-h-i-t won’t stop
look how i maneuver, i can basically just feed your crops
i’ve got the talent, got the sk!ll, i’m mad and i just got to k!ll
got a lot of dollars lot of bills, no stopping til i cop a mil
i’m all about the money girl, i wanna see that cash flow
barely know her name or face but recognize that -ss though, i’m a

[chorus: chris k]
paper boy, paper boy, baby i ain’t talking news
i’m talking paper for your pricey prada shoes
i’m that paper boy, paper boy, baby we can get it poppin’
money ain’t a problem living by no rules
i’m that paper boy, paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy
paper boy, baby you can call me paper boy, paper boy
baby you ain’t had a clue but now you do
so what you gotta do is call me paper boy

[verse 2: mayham]
i superman all in a verse, girl you can call me soulja boy
if you ain’t got a single clue, i’ll tell you like i told your boy
while he was screaming “f-ck the world” i carry on my shoulder
girl i can picture us together, you can call me polaroid
who’s got that flow sizzling like a roti on a frying pan
you can hear the siren wail, i’ll show you how to fire, man
i’m the rawest in the building and you’re sealed in til it’s over
and i feel like i am kosher but you dyin’ if you tryin’ ham
see her eying me for lunch when i’m swiping on my visa card
so i play it cool, better make a move, i tell her she’s a piece of art
truth is i got 40 cents, she’s making sure i’m chasing her
she’s wasted, paycheck got a raise so baby face it, i’m the f-ckin’

[verse 3: mayham]
girl, you foxy… swiper gets to swipe
but tinder knows that i’m no match for you, but you swiped right
but we’re a perfect pair, like i grew it nice and ripe
straight up, you’re left handed and i’m out my right mind
they got that drive to drive you crazy til you jack knife off a road
til you stranded like your hair, then b-tches gon be dyeing slow
they want the money, want the dollars, know that they gon’ ask you once
and if you ain’t give her hundred bucks, her -ss gonna pack a punch
i’m craving for a hundred mils i’m hungry til my wallet shines
munchies for the money, cause my pupils turned to dollar signs
her friends ain’t ever gonna change, i do see a lot of dimes
i ain’t talkin ladies, man, i’m talking all the dollars like i’m her

[bridge: chris k]
money comes, money goes, money comes, money goes
if i lost all my dough then i can always make some more
money comes, money goes, money comes and money goes
if i lost all my dough then i can always make some more
cause i’m that

- mayham lyrics

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