matthew maxi - paper propaganda lyrics
[intro]
1402!
more weed
more booze
-cheering-
[chorus]
if you a baller put your muh’f-ckin’ hands up
put them hands up, wanna see them hands up
f-ck that, put your muh’f-ckin’ bands up
throw them bands, throw them muh’f-ckin’ bands up
[hook]
big sack on me, santa
new york n-gg-, but i’m in love with atlanta
big racks call me handsome
they love me for my paper propaganda
[verse 1]
i don’t need no f-ckin’ fake friends (no)
can’t afford to keep wasting my time or my breath, yeah
i mean more ’cause i say less
never paid attention, now they wanna pay respect
f-ck respect muh’f-cka cut the check
f-ck you expect?
how dare you try to take it form a n-gg- who got nothin’ left (nothin’ left)
b-tch i’m blessed (b-tch i’m blessed, yeah)
miss me with the twitter fingers, you’re obsessed
b-tch please, he don’t want it with me
don’t you know i’m way more aggressive when i get tipsy
back in middle school we used to call you a gypsy
i’m your og, so how you gon’ try to diss me
[chorus]
if you a baller put your muh’f-ckin’ hands up
put them hands up, wanna see them hands up
f-ck that, put your muh’f-ckin’ bands up
throw them bands, throw them muh’f-ckin’ bands up
[hook]
big sack on me, santa
new york n-gg-, but i’m in love with atlanta
big racks call me handsome
they love me for my paper propaganda
[verse 2]
mom called my phone, said i’m out of pocket
mama i know, but i had to pop sh-t
would leave ’em alone but they was still talkin’
they was talkin’ reckless so i got to brawlin’
my life on fast forward, wish i could pause it
mad n-gg-s with me, look like we mobbin, yeah
you ain’t built for this, just stop it
i go so dumb yeah, i go r-
let me beat box, make a song on the carpet
p-t-t-p-t-t, we could get it poppin’
free 6ix9ine, they wanna see him in a coffin
lookin’ all r-t-rded, in some b.b. and robins
[chorus]
if you a baller put your muh’f-ckin’ hands up
put them hands up, wanna see them hands up
f-ck that, put your muh’f-ckin’ bands up
throw them bands, throw them muh’f-ckin’ bands up
[hook]
big sack on me, santa
new york n-gg-, but i’m in love with atlanta
big racks call me handsome
they love me for my paper propaganda
[outro]
and i don’t sing songs i sing messages, ha, yeah
i don’t sing songs i-
they get it, eugh, y’all get it
you kn’a’m sayin’ eughh
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