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$prinkles - paper chaser lyrics

[hook]
bands all day
b-tch all i got is paper
drink that sh-t straight
naw, i don’t need a chaser
and you talkin’ h-lla crazy
boy that a.r. got a laser
d-ck her down good
naw, i don’t gotta pay her
ball so hard
aye, i’m feeling like a laker
zoom on by
like a motherf-ckin’ skater
and i’m still lookin’ fly
lil’ b-tch f-ck a hater
cookin’ up dope like a motherf-ckin’ baker
and he still want smoke got him lookin’ like a crater
and i don’t f-ck with snakes
lil’ hoe you are a traitor

[verse 1]
f-ck a opposition
what’s my mission
b-tch, i’m on the block
nah, i ain’t trippin’
in the kitchen
and i’m sippin’ wok
trigger finger itchin’
i ain’t missin’ shootin’ at the cops
bullets they be rippin’
.40 grippin’
pullin’ back a ton
and i’m flippin’ packs lil’ hoe
better come and shop
if you talkin’ sh-t
watch your back
you gon’ kiss a glock

[verse 2]
uh, smokin’ big -ss
blowin’ down the crop
bro gon’ blow your sh-t back
he gon’ make it pop
b-tch i got a big mac
and i know i keep a chop
ain’t no mickey d’s
but the cheese it be comin’ fast
shootin’ .223s
smoke some weed
then i flip the pack
50 for all these
smokin’ weed
yeah that sh-t is gas

[hook]
bands all day
b-tch all i got is paper
drink that sh-t straight
naw, i don’t need a chaser
and you talkin’ h-lla crazy
boy that a.r. got a laser
d-ck her down good
naw, i don’t gotta pay her
ball so hard
aye, i’m feeling like a laker
zoom on by
like a motherf-ckin’ skater
and i’m still lookin’ fly
lil’ b-tch f-ck a hater
cookin’ up dope like a motherf-ckin’ baker
and he still want smoke leave him lookin’ like a crater
and i don’t f-ck with snakes
lil’ hoe you are a traitor

[verse 3]
f-ck one time
now, she wanna have my babies
but, i didn’t know that b-tch was crazy
i was young and i was thuggin’
i was playin’ with the daisy
.40 be barkin’
feds thought i had rabies
f-cked a dumb b-tch
yeah, i think her name
b-tch your times up
better give me my payment
he didn’t pay up
and bled out on that pavement
got my mask on so i won’t catch a case b-tch
stupid hoe i’m done with you
give me my sp-ce b-tch
point my gun at you glock right in your face b-tch
gloves on too, so i won’t leave a trace b-tch
got my bands up
yeah, i just did “the race” b-tch

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