stoneyyy wright - paper lyrics
gotta take a dab when i wake up. (ya)
then i’m headed straight for that paper. (ya)
at least a quarter ounce when i blaze up. (ya)
fill the whole d+mn thing with jamaica. (ya)
gotta take a dab when i wake up. (ya)
then i’m headed straight for that paper. (ya)
at least a quarter ounce when i blaze up. (ya)
put the whole d+mn thing in a paper (paper!)
when i wake up, gotta take a big dab
put on the beat then i f+ckin sit back
let it hit me before i ever hit back
then i k!ll the motherf+cker, i don’t ever give slack
h+ll nah you don’t get that, b+tch you need to get back
smokin joints, no zig zag
fresher than a muhhf+ckin tic tac
weed’s good and you know that my b+tch bad
she wanna swallow kids, yeah she gon kidnap
couldn’t bite my style even with t++th like riff raff
gin with a sprite, but i’ll probably still sip yac
b+tch i’m young stone, harder than a pinecone and my f+ckin mind gone
blew up off a time bomb
give a f+ck, i won’t
i don’t, wanna keep the same mindset and cause the same pain
i just wanna bring the sun to where there’s only been rain
floatin in bay like her name was biscayne
b+tch i’m still a dog, see there’s things you can’t change
b+tch i’m like the bass, you gon hear when i bang
b+tch i’m like the bass cause i gotta maintain
same sound, same city, same smoke
i’m everywhere that you can’t go
tell me how it feel? better yet don’t
see i’m on a mission, brought my drank and my smoke
if you ain’t tryna toke, then why you near me?
imma let the smoke roll
gotta take a dab when i wake up. (ya)
then i’m headed straight for that paper. (ya)
at least a quarter ounce when i blaze up. (ya)
fill the whole d+mn thing with jamaica. (ya)
gotta take a dab when i wake up. (ya)
then i’m headed straight for that paper. (ya)
at least a quarter ounce when i blaze up. (ya)
put the whole d+mn thing in a paper (paper!)
i put it in a paper thats how i puff that sh+t
if she don’t wanna f+ck she gon suck my d+ck
rub it on her face cause she loves that sh+t
and like a new rollie gotta buss down b+tch
gahd+mn, you still smoke them blunts!
gahd+mn, how are your lungs?
gahd+mn, i turn dabs to dust
gahd+mn, i think this a must
gotta take a dab when i wake up. (ya)
then i’m headed straight for that paper. (ya)
at least a quarter ounce when i blaze up. (ya)
fill the whole d+mn thing with jamaica. (ya)
gotta take a dab when i wake up. (ya)
then i’m headed straight for that paper. (ya)
at least a quarter ounce when i blaze up. (ya)
put the whole d+mn thing in a paper (paper!)
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