PAPERWORK PARTY - Remix
Im good in the hood
How you say im not
Still quick to give a nigga fades like the barbershop
We still pouring hella lean in our soda pops
Keep them krispy creme on the block
We the donut shop
Niggas stop lying
You never bodied shit
I was putting oil in the pan really frying shit
How you make bail
You on parole loc
Maybe shit changed cuz for me you had a parole hold
Shit really crazy
Niggas be catching cases and be out the next day
But if it was on me you'd be thinking a certain way
But cu is ya friend so you give him a lil faith
Damn shit changed
How you switch up on me cuz he got alittle change
But time done switched up so I got me a new chain
The whip is 200 I'm switching in two lanes
We bust then we partied
Bitch want to choose cuz she saw me in them cartiers
I'm seasoned real well all them hoes call me lawrys
Its chest not checkers and you niggas playing atari
Or maybe you playing sorry
Drak catching feelings you bitches must be retarded
The weed so musty you thinking somebody farted
And if niggas talking paper we definitely can party
The feds hit granny house
I did the dash on them
Me and infant crumb on the run wit two pill poppers
Hurry up and free those
My three amigos
Sike mouse and bone coming home
You go see tho
San Pedro to inskeep
Where all the crips be
All in the streets balling hard like some athletes
How you say im not
Still quick to give a nigga fades like the barbershop
We still pouring hella lean in our soda pops
Keep them krispy creme on the block
We the donut shop
Niggas stop lying
You never bodied shit
I was putting oil in the pan really frying shit
How you make bail
You on parole loc
Maybe shit changed cuz for me you had a parole hold
Shit really crazy
Niggas be catching cases and be out the next day
But if it was on me you'd be thinking a certain way
But cu is ya friend so you give him a lil faith
Damn shit changed
How you switch up on me cuz he got alittle change
But time done switched up so I got me a new chain
The whip is 200 I'm switching in two lanes
We bust then we partied
Bitch want to choose cuz she saw me in them cartiers
I'm seasoned real well all them hoes call me lawrys
Its chest not checkers and you niggas playing atari
Or maybe you playing sorry
Drak catching feelings you bitches must be retarded
The weed so musty you thinking somebody farted
And if niggas talking paper we definitely can party
The feds hit granny house
I did the dash on them
Me and infant crumb on the run wit two pill poppers
Hurry up and free those
My three amigos
Sike mouse and bone coming home
You go see tho
San Pedro to inskeep
Where all the crips be
All in the streets balling hard like some athletes
Credits
Writer(s): Jaytrell Stinson
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