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z (of firing squad) – bout my paper كلمات اغاني

[intro: z & miami og]
i’m ’bout my paper you should already know, you know
it’s all about the pa_a_per
i’m ’bout my paper you should already know, you know
i’m ’bout my paper you should already know, you know
it’s all about the pa_a_per
yeah

[chorus: z & miami og]
it’s all about the paper (i’m ’bout my paper you should already know)
let’s get this cash flow
it’s all about mo_o_ney
until we’re out on the floor, up and down the dance floor
it’s all about the skriller
i got them swishers over, dealing with dro
we’re blowing bomb smoke
yeah
and with the fans after the show, let’s get some more dough
it’s all about the paper (i’m ’bout my paper you should already know)
let’s get this cash flow
it’s all about mo_o_ney
until we’re out on the floor, up and down the dance floor
it’s all about the skriller
i got them swishers over, dealing with dro
we’re blowing bomb smoke
and with the fans after the show, let’s get some more dough
yeah
[verse 1: z]
now you’re talking about my paper
i ain’t trynna hold the conversation
i ain’t got the spare time to be wasting
you really are f_cking with my patience
already have wasted a half a hour
crease up my d_ckeys and taking a shower
got twenty_four in a day of work and with eight till we’re after hours
go back routes, get stuck to
and the twenty sacks get stuffed cool
still be there for the bucks move
my paper grinds with a mug too
i flip these flows i suppose that i’mma pop then go
give me the microphone and who knows i might just make your foe
you got me grinding gritty
place my cheese up with the fitty’s
i’ve got more money, watch your tone
we making it bounce like titties
then you gotta think about the swisher
put it up, put it to my mouth
even if i start speaking and rapping
giving the paper action

[verse 2: z]
i’m blowing dodo when i ride by
four deep a bucket
trynna count my change and flip these things
blow clouds when i’m puffing
but any way i hit the block with a half of o i’m flipping something
seeds is laced, i keep my pace at two per hour, y’all know nothing
stay in the booth with the flaming truth i keep my cds thumping
i mean i’m sick, just ask yo b_tch, i bet she heard me bumping
i’m back and forth, i’m watching tone from cali swishing stuffing
you catch me twisted dawg
cause most the time i’m 40 hugging
back and forth ain’t a dub, ain’t flip my vocab
spitting like no other
but y’all can’t catch me, that’s my hustle
you better hope i stutter
i’m ’bout my paper, y’all ain’t gon’ change that
i need cash
then y’all can’t f_ck with me, i’m savage dawg i mean that
[chorus: z & miami og]
it’s all about the paper (i’m ’bout my paper you should already know)
let’s get this cash flow
it’s all about mo_o_ney
until we’re out on the floor, up and down the dance floor
it’s all about the skriller
i got them swishers over, dealing with dro
we’re blowing bomb smoke
yeah
and with the fans after the show, let’s get some more dough
it’s all about the paper (i’m ’bout my paper you should already know)
let’s get this cash flow
it’s all about mo_o_ney
until we’re out on the floor, up and down the dance floor
it’s all about the skriller
i got them swishers over, dealing with dro
we’re blowing bomb smoke
and with the fans after the show, let’s get some more dough
yeah

[verse 3: z]
i deal with whatever i get like twins popping
ain’t gon’ stop til’ my money hopping
i give ’em one choice, give me the fetty
ain’t no other option
we can do whatever to get my scr_ps chirped out for anything
got seventeen tracks on this cd at least sixteen gon’ bang
i let my tail swing back and forth, back and hold
why you mad, get holding
give me the fetty so i can back my flow
at the schoolyard, as seventeen with sacks of weed
distributing up in the bathroom, trynna dodge police
i’d do whatever to get my crease up and it would look like a train coming
i’m ’bout my fetty, g
but when y’all busy fingerf_ck
i see my face stained with nothing to be happy about like homie boogs said
but you might see a little grin every time i touch my bread
look i ain’t happy til’ my stomach full and my family fed
so you better bring out the sap before you’re getting bled
i’m ’bout my paper and the swishers with the pouring vapor
don’t get me twitted, y’all can split it while i get this paper

- z of firing squad

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