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03 greedo – onna way to the paper كلمات اغاني

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[intro: 03 greedo]
i’m on my way
i’m on my way

[chorus: 03 greedo]
please stop buggin’ me, baby
i be on the way to the paper
i got that blower on my hip like a pager
i’m on my tip, i might flip like a skater
f-ck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
i made my b-tch serve sh-t like a waiter
i run my motherf-ckin’ city like the mayor
hitstick with the grip, keep it player

[verse 1: 03 greedo]
call me greedy ’cause i came in with the flavor
whip it, whip it like a slave, i’m a baker
house n-gg- in the kitchen with the white folks
i got high and started to think this was jamaica
smoke a n-gg-, send him off to meet his maker
whole team wearin’ purple like the lakers
lonzo the way i ball, step your game up
gonzo, long nose make you wake up
chopper for the shake up
i was in the bay, smokin’ k with the gangster
crack in the streets, we from the were the earth quakes, b-tch
tell these p-ssy rappers stop playin’, i’ma pull up
if they keep on buggin’, n-gg-, we don’t have to play tough
we don’t even play fair either, you can get sprayed up
i am not a sniper, but i’m quick to hold the k up
i got all this f-ckin’ triple like a f-ckin’ lay up
i’ma get the key and get some p-ssy then we lay up

[chorus: 03 greedo]
please stop buggin’ me, baby
i be on the way to the paper
i got that blower on my hip like a pager
i’m on my tip, i might flip like a skater
f-ck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
i made my b-tch serve sh-t like a waiter
i run my motherf-ckin’ city like the mayor
hitstick with the grip, keep it player

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
please stop beggin’ me, baby
i’m off these drugs, my mind crazy
all this sh-t i been through is what made me
this glock on my hip just for safety
i can’t let these n-gg-s faze me
i will not stop ’til i’m jay-z
oh, and my wifey beyoncé
we send your b-tch on a blind date
i was in la, totin’ straps with the gangsters
ferragamo cuffs, used to be on the ankle
free all of my n-gg-s out the cell, give ’em [?]
smokin’ all this dope ’til my chest feelin’ strangled
i can’t rewind with you
wish i wouldn’t waste time with you
i got my love from my moms
but i got my pain from you
all the sh-t that you do

[chorus: 03 greedo]
please stop buggin’ me, baby
i be on the way to the paper
i got that blower on my hip like a pager
i’m on my tip, i might flip like a skater
f-ck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
i made my b-tch serve sh-t like a waiter
i run my motherf-ckin’ city like the mayor
hitstick with the grip, keep it player