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nick the great - bout it lyrics

[intro]

pg that x3

[verse 1]

sitting on that paper its my throne b-tch im on it
hit the studio and i won’t come out til the morning
your dreams are in your reach you gotta chase it like you want it
this game will make you lose your friends that’s why the top is lonely
caught your girl slipping she was caught up in the moment
it ain’t bout where you came from in this world its where you going
real recognizes real and them n-ggas know me
spitting all this dope ima f-ck around and od
im smoking by the oz
im screaming f-ck the police
im balling so my wrist game proper like a rolie
im smoking on that goody in a paper i don’t have a leaf
rap game better let me in cause i don’t have a key
boy my n-ggas down to ride i hope you know that
just because that cake come with candles ima blow that
catch me in the moment n-gga only if its kodak
she left me for a minor leaguer now she want the pro back
i ain’t even trying to please her you be scared to show that
pick her then i run her home now watch me run more back
y’all n-ggas can’t shoot im like a steve novak
k!lling sh-t for free n-gga no catch
i started bout a year ago
thats some sh-t you need to know
n-ggas want my hoes i ain’t tripping they can keep them though
screaming on the track just to leave them with a different note
put it on the web and the air just so my sh-t can blow
whoaaa!!!!

[verse 2: yungin’]

back in the studio poured up two cups
bad b-tches going nuts its paper gang in ourself we trust
my brother d he rolling up
soop and block they cutting up
counting so much paper dam my fingers got them paper cuts
n-ggas steady hating the gang but we ain’t tripping
take a n-gga b-tch and i dunk her like blake griffin
these boys p-ssy h-llo h-llo kitty
beef with the gang and the bangers gone come with it
i be k!lling beats and the feds want to indict me
on the track i don’t think i just do it just like i’m nike
and im smoking h-ll of trees getting faded while my b-tch drive
boy who is you you did one song and trying to go live
me i go ham in the booth full of them drinks cold
looking over compotision standing hi on my tiptoes
paper gang or pgs or whatever you want to call us
can’t say f-ck boys cause thats just what y’all are
my flow great you below par
power green in that dutch gar
we four deep in that red car
two words we stars
be cool and stop talking so real
before my gang serve your -ss like a bar and a grill b-tch

[hook]

these days n-ggas is p-ssy i ain’t worrying bout it
k!lling these rappers thats why you never heard about them
stay in your lane lil potna look like you merging out it
n-ggas want hop up on the wagon cause they heard im bout it
b-tch they heard im bout it
b-tch they heard im bout it
n-ggas hopping on the wagon cause they heard im bout it
b-tch they heard im bout it
b-tch they heard im bout it
n-ggas want hop up on the wagon cause they heard im bout it

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