PAPER Chasin' VIBEZ
Yeah Yeah
Rex Flex
And she gone suck me like a life saver
Yeah
Shit fucked I had to get back to da paper
Go get da sticks cuz he got the bricks
Totin on equipment
Hit you fa ya shipment
Pistol whip pimpin
You know what I'm sippin
Glock it get to rippin if dem niggas get to lippin
Polar pop ice cold drip you know I'm drippin
Niggas dey be snakey had to do it to you daily
Watch ya fuckin head and you better fuckin pay me
She blowin on my tip like a saxaphone
I just wanna hit den you can go home
Broad day totin on my damn chrome
Dis my written statement to the paper chasin
When I get the racks deez niggas get complacent
Safehouse stuff da racks inside the basement
Ain't no fuckin with deez niggas man deez niggas basic
Told her bend it over take dis damn pole
Stackin up my racks so i can stand on them
Sprite where my percs you know i love them
Fuck them then we pass them we don't love them
Ap wrist i wanna flood them
Shots at his face not above him
A fat backwood full of gruntz
You can give me dome keep the cunt
Rex drawin onna tek no font
Put him to the test he a front
Finna slide can't kick it like punt
Tryna get the racks and go stunt
Hotbox an I'm smokin on skunk
And she gone suck me like a lifesaver
Baby with a drum called it lifesaver
Shake them cheeks no vibrator
Freedom of my speech call me the liberator
Onetime free Kodak black
Back end and they shippin in packs
Smokin on dat shit you cant afford
She started givin brain cuz she was bored
Pour them hunchos in a bowl like it was porridge
Smashin out you know i floor it
I'm dat shit you better open up the window
Get to playin with my tip she caught a face load
When i get the stick you know its case closed
Pickin up da shells so da case cold
He kept talkin down got his face blown
And imma keep flippin til my wrist froze
He trappin but don't own no pistol
Fake servin ahh nigga know we slimin him
All the packs of runtz you know I'm coppin dem
Pussy ahh hoe you know I'm droppin him
When it comes to the room she leave the panties
And she lick and she suck it like its candy
If she a milf den im fuckin on yo mammie
Sippin drop not brandy
Damn oh she got cheeks call her sandy
Kickin shit with Txnylocc bandxt
And if you sprayin imma fan if
Called van camps told his ahh to can it
Fold him like a sandwich damn my choppa ate him
Callin up them hitters told them do the damage
Rex pussy I'm just tryna fuckin lavish
Rex pussy I'm just tryna count cabbage
Fuckin on these hoes ion want marriage
Maybe later
Get ya weight up
Chasin Paper
Rex Flex
And she gone suck me like a life saver
Yeah
Shit fucked I had to get back to da paper
Go get da sticks cuz he got the bricks
Totin on equipment
Hit you fa ya shipment
Pistol whip pimpin
You know what I'm sippin
Glock it get to rippin if dem niggas get to lippin
Polar pop ice cold drip you know I'm drippin
Niggas dey be snakey had to do it to you daily
Watch ya fuckin head and you better fuckin pay me
She blowin on my tip like a saxaphone
I just wanna hit den you can go home
Broad day totin on my damn chrome
Dis my written statement to the paper chasin
When I get the racks deez niggas get complacent
Safehouse stuff da racks inside the basement
Ain't no fuckin with deez niggas man deez niggas basic
Told her bend it over take dis damn pole
Stackin up my racks so i can stand on them
Sprite where my percs you know i love them
Fuck them then we pass them we don't love them
Ap wrist i wanna flood them
Shots at his face not above him
A fat backwood full of gruntz
You can give me dome keep the cunt
Rex drawin onna tek no font
Put him to the test he a front
Finna slide can't kick it like punt
Tryna get the racks and go stunt
Hotbox an I'm smokin on skunk
And she gone suck me like a lifesaver
Baby with a drum called it lifesaver
Shake them cheeks no vibrator
Freedom of my speech call me the liberator
Onetime free Kodak black
Back end and they shippin in packs
Smokin on dat shit you cant afford
She started givin brain cuz she was bored
Pour them hunchos in a bowl like it was porridge
Smashin out you know i floor it
I'm dat shit you better open up the window
Get to playin with my tip she caught a face load
When i get the stick you know its case closed
Pickin up da shells so da case cold
He kept talkin down got his face blown
And imma keep flippin til my wrist froze
He trappin but don't own no pistol
Fake servin ahh nigga know we slimin him
All the packs of runtz you know I'm coppin dem
Pussy ahh hoe you know I'm droppin him
When it comes to the room she leave the panties
And she lick and she suck it like its candy
If she a milf den im fuckin on yo mammie
Sippin drop not brandy
Damn oh she got cheeks call her sandy
Kickin shit with Txnylocc bandxt
And if you sprayin imma fan if
Called van camps told his ahh to can it
Fold him like a sandwich damn my choppa ate him
Callin up them hitters told them do the damage
Rex pussy I'm just tryna fuckin lavish
Rex pussy I'm just tryna count cabbage
Fuckin on these hoes ion want marriage
Maybe later
Get ya weight up
Chasin Paper
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Writer(s): Winston Vernon-parker
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