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paperroute woo - ricky كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(hurricane made this one)
(sosa 808)

[verse 1: paperroute woo & young dolph]
you know that i go in (i go in)
f_ckin’ this great b_tch from the low in (the low in)
ain’t doin’ no tusslin’ (uh_uh)
in the club, yeah, i got that pole in (that pole in)
serve straight drop, n_gga (eat them), straight b_tter, n_gga, we ain’t touchin’ no fed (no fed)
solo thuggin’, no with_my_brother n_gga (yeah) ’cause i don’t need no friends (no friends)
smokin’ kush, poppin’ percs (uh), gotta wash it down with the codeine (dope)
hollow tips in a glock (uh), burst and aim, i don’t need no bin (no)
twenty k one week, that ain’t sh_t, man, i want more cheese (more cheese)
blew to cali’, met the plug, n_gga (yeah), and went got my own ps (own ps)
rappin’ ’bout a gangster life (yeah), you ain’t gangster, n_gga, you thе police (rat)
you just follow me on this ‘gram (huh?), n_gga, you don’t really know mе (cap)
hit the b_tch from the back off the hunny, i ain’t need no wig (yeah)
lil’ n_ggas do it off the street (yeah), n_gga, they don’t need no cheese (no cheese)
big slime, big god (uh), big blood, all about racks (slatt)
thirty_round, fifty_round, hundred_round in all of my straps (blatt)
big rat, big cap, all that flodgin’ get a n_gga slapped (slapped)
you rappin’ ’bout another n_gga’s life (uh), you ain’t livin’ like that (cap)
went through tsa with the load on me (yeah), i’m talkin’ ’bout them racks (rackaids)
i watch a n_gga fold on me, he ain’t love me, he ain’t had my back (p_ssy)
this n_gga snake, so i’ma ricky me a n_gga, shoot him dead in the back (ricky)
and make this sh_t amusing right now, so a n_gga catchin’ them packs (packs)
finna cop the cartier (uh), i ain’t want it, so i copped me some bags (bags)
even when the drop came, n_gga (what?), i was still pumpin’ straight gas (gas)
you the type of n_gga get mad at a n_gga ’bout some ass (b_tch_ass n_gga)
and i’m the type of n_gga gon’ slime me out, n_gga, ’bout that cash (b_tch)
what i got in both pockets? n_gga, you lucky your lil’ stash
nev_nev_never had a wallet, but you know a young n_gga on a bentley mad (yeah)
pistol in me, eat your head (yeah)
so you itchin’ for the millions, man (yeah), a young n_gga finna get it, man (yeah)
ain’t toleratin’ sh_t from no n_gga (uh_uh), oh, you gon’ be a finished man (finished, yeah)
[verse 2: young dolph]
f_ckin’ on this fat booty b_tch from the north, met her on frayser boulevard (uh)
the first time she invited me to her crib, i thought that she was tryna get me robbed (uh)
i like too much expensive sh_t, that’s why i never could get a regular job (i can’t do that)
i just made a million in three or four weeks (yeah)
tell them suckers, “f_ck they feelings, n_gga, talk cheap” (yeah)
ain’t got no tool box, i just keep my hammer on a seat (yeah)
i f_cked your b_tch and blocked her, got the plug on repeat (run it up)
michael jackson, billie jean walkin’ on the beat (hee)
my b_tch a boss, but she gon’ look and listen when i speak (ayy)
what’s your newest resolution, dawg? i just wanna eat
ayy, hold up, let me say one more time, i just wanna eat (eat)

[outro: paperroute woo]
yeah, n_gga, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? (huh?)
yeah, n_gga gon’ be a n_gga wrapped up like motherf_ckin’ blanket ring (blanket)
b_tch n_gga, yeah, and we ain’t tolerate no disrespect from no other n_gga (uh_uh)
none of that f_ck sh_t (none of that, dawg)
all you n_ggas f_ck n_ggas (uh)
know what i’m sayin’? yup, in that order, man (mmm_hmm)
know (that order), straight up (huh)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

- paperroute woo

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