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damedot & g.t. - put paper 1st lyrics

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[verse 1: damedot]
i’m off an eight of drank
ridin’ on the freeway, goin’ fast, tryna peel the paint (classic)
this n_gga loud, sayin’ he gettin’ money, but we know he ain’t
i left with a quarter ticket on me, ’bout to break the bank
i just dropped the top, feel the ocean breeze
like she’s prayin’, this b_tch on her knees
this food we eatin’ j_panese
this car i’m in two hundred g’s
she suck me up, we in a sleeve
i know these b_tches sick of me
ayy, you ain’t tryna cop, quit callin’ my phone
left in the plain jane, came back froze
i don’t give a f_ck ’bout nonе of these hoes
instagram modеl give me head in a rolls
call me capo, i know pablo
he gave me one thousand tacos
we just took a trip to cabo
flyin’ with the work like ralo
f_ck a b_tch, you know my motto
you know we put paper first
i f_ck a b_tch and make her squirt
i heard you in some paperwork
that lil’ sh_t you flashin’ in your picture, spend that sh_t on work
that money that you think you savin’ up, i spend that sh_t on shirts
bless her like this b_tch at church
f_ck a bad b_tch, then i buy her a purse
take her to the hood, i’ma buy her a perc’
[verse 2: g.t.]
bet i can f_ck by the end of this verse
dumb b_tch don’t even know what she worth
i’ma put the lil’ ho straight to work
i’ma be fly ’til i’m in the dirt
you can tell it’s rick by the back of my shirt
the last n_gga that lost you dumb
should’ve been like me and turned you up
flood your neck in vs1
to me, that lil’ bitty watch ain’t nothin’
hey, you rockin’ a one_of_one
chanel bag to match her skirt
tryna find to me in them buns
i told her, “your chance is slim to none”
hoppin’ off the jet, yeah, hoppin’ off the jet, yeah
you know the b_tch belong to me, she got a big patek, yeah
we got money, yeah, that money came with power and respect, yeah

[verse 3: damedot]
too many cubans, i’ma need another neck, yeah
all these f_ckin’ horses in the whip, drivin’ reckless
i just hit his b_tch and i checked her off the checklist
she give me some head, i buy her a bag
if i give him twenty, he do it, no mask
they wanna know who did, it we slidin’ in black
that switch on the glock, it be shootin’ so fast
pistol in the party, got on marni with some dolce shades
you play with me, you blowed away
she wanna be my ho, no way
drop coupe be sh_ttin’ on these n_ggas like it’s dr. j
i should be in sniper gang, i’ll snipe you from a block away
me and g got a play for the ice like a hockey play
[verse 4: g.t.]
me and dame got on ice, you could see it from a mile away
i just left, went down the way
made a hundred thou’ today
came back home, a load of pros, and f_cked her on a pile of pape’

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