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yung flex - paper! lyrics

[chorus]
all i care ’bout is that paper, b+tch
i’m in the cut like a taper, b+tch
real n+gga sh+t, i ain’t with all the faking, b+tch
ugh, i’m on my grind like a fakie smith
bad lil b+tch on the d+ck and she taping it
brand new wood, cop a zip, put an eighth in it
roll it up, spark it, plus you know i’m facing it
i just be cooling, don’t got time for hating, b+tch

[verse]
ugh
blowing that gas and i’m feeling amazing
b+tch i’m bluefacing, his pockets is vacant
i’m on that same sh+t, don’t gotta say sh+t
that n+gga hate me, i don’t even blame him
i’m in the back and i’m high as inflation
i’m with his b+tch and we having relations
that n+gga tough, but i’m using quotations
we not the same, we not even adjacent
ugh, ugh
n+ggas be making me sick like ne+yo
i put like 3+0 inside of the three four
glock put that boy in the sky like iyo
hе fade away, when i shoot its a three though
ugh, i’m sending shots likе tito’s
be what you want, but you ain’t gon’ be me though
to keep it a hundred, just gon’ be a zero
ugh
i up the choppa, he running a four flat
n+ggas be b+tching like go take a prozac
i come around, you ain’t getting your hoe back
f+ck n+ggas stuck in the past like a throwback
n+ggas my sons, and you f+ck n+ggas know that
hope you up quick, cause i shoot like a kodak
f+ck up my wrist when that motherf+cker blow back, ugh
i up the switch and it sound like its glitching
i’m feeling like max, keep a pole like i’m fishing
and if you ain’t the gang, i don’t f+ck with the vision
like motherf+ck the fame, tryna ball like a piston
like run this sh+t back if your ass ain’t been listening
i wet his block like a motherf+cking christening
i’m with his b+tch and she giving it up
if you ain’t shini, ain’t kicking sh+t, ugh
n+ggas be b+tch, i don’t know what to say
that’s okay, i’m only here for the pay
spitting that real, i ain’t come here to play
how the f+ck else imma get to the pape?
v12 money truck, i’m finna race
i never gave a f+ck, pick up the pace
n+ggas can’t be me, start pumping the brakes
b+tch i’m the best, you can’t even debate
ugh, ugh
back in this b+tch off the medical
n+ggas be snitching, these n+ggas be federal
choppa gon’ cut him in half like a decimal
knocking that n+gga straight off of his pedestal
ugh, he want the smoke, then it’s plentiful
n+ggas gon’ make me do something regrettable
i cannot f+ck with these n+ggas in general
[chorus]
all i care ’bout is that paper, b+tch
i’m in the cut like a taper, b+tch
real n+gga sh+t, i ain’t with all the faking, b+tch
ugh, i’m on my grind like a fakie smith
bad lil b+tch on the d+ck and she taping it
brand new wood, cop a zip, put an eighth in it
roll it up, spark it, plus you know i’m facing it
i just be cooling, don’t got time for hating, b+tch

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