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paff (mar) - falippy song 3 lyrics

[intro: cryosphere & paff]
crack shot, gonna rock you with that one+tap pop
loot your body+ody+ody+ody
grab your thotty, hit the party at the wu spot
subie on the rooftop
my getaway is clean, once i leave your whole crew mopped

tell me what is your order
i made so much money, i got a sleeping disorder
i go over the line like i work at the border
crushing all the opposition, pestle and mortar
thank you for all the supporters

[chorus: paff]
got too many stones in my chain, i can’t count
when i take my shot, i will always make it count
broke in the south, i finally made it out
now i’m adding commas to my bank account

going to the top was always the route
you know who you speaking to? you should watch your mouth
broke in the south, i finally made it out
now i’m adding commas to my bank account

[verse 1: paff]
i got the baddest b+tch, i got the fastest car
out of reach, i am a superstar
they want no beef, salad bar
i be counting blue faces, avatar
tell me what is your order
i made so much money, i got a sleeping disorder
i go over the line like i work at the border
crushing all the opposition, pestle and mortar
thank you for all the supporters
we go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
when i pull up to your block, you run, run, run
look at all these motherf+ckers, they look dumb, dumb, dumb
i don’t see no one
[chorus: paff]
got too many stones in my chain, i can’t count
when i take my shot, i will always make it count
broke in the south, i finally made it out
now i’m adding commas to my bank account

going to the top was always the route
you know who you speaking to? you should watch your mouth
broke in the south, i finally made it out
now i’m adding commas to my bank account

[verse 2: cryosphere]
crack shot
gonna rock you with that one+tap pop
loot your body+ody+ody+ody
grab your thotty, hit the party at the wu spot
subie on the rooftop
my getaway is clean, once i leave your whole crew mopped
drinking up a couple grapes from lil’ ese’s juice box
mando trippin’, cg sippin’ wine from the vineyard
rule of four, locked and loaded soldiers on approach
got the uzis yellin’ from the bench, “put me in coach!”
chaos ringin’ on your phone, this is a courtesy call
we bringin’ posa and pistone, we never worried at all
fabricate the whole industry, supply and demand
watch the city burn, and hold it in the palm of my hand
[chorus: paff]
got too many stones in my chain, i can’t count
when i take my shot, i will always make it count
broke in the south, i finally made it out
now i’m adding commas to my bank account

going to the top was always the route
you know who you speaking to? you should watch your mouth
broke in the south, i finally made it out
now i’m adding commas to my bank account

- paff mar lyrics

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