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paper* Video (MV)




Performed By: Truly Yvng
Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: ty twillie
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Truly Yvng - paper* Lyrics




(huh, huh. like what?)
(yea)
(nigga)
Been getting money since a nigga was a jit
(like what?)
Fly her out cash out on a bitch
I'm trana put some shooting stars up on your Wrist
Choppa get to spitting bullets throwing fits
Getting bank ho, ATL homegirl said"Truly trim"

I'm getting pape- pape- pape- pape- (cough)
I'm getting paper nigga
Yo ho bad bad bad ima take her nigga
He think he bout it bout it?
Nigga you gon pull that trigger? (what?)

I'm taking percies to the face Ima throw em up
We cop exotic tell my brudda go and roll it up
I said I want her tell her yeah, what the f*ck is up
Nigga swerving crazy off the lot, you wan ride wit us?
Ain't gon ever catch me lacking always ten deep
Pretty ho wan cop some Prada and some Fendi
I got like buku hoes, allem showing titties
I turn a gay ho straight, she wan feel me

(huh, that's what I'm on)
That choppa spit a melody it getcha hit
I'm smoking zaza to the brain, getcha lit

Been getting money since a nigga was a jit
(like what?)
Fly her out cash out on a bitch
I'm trana put some shooting stars up on your Wrist
Choppa get to spitting bullets throwing fits
Getting bank ho, ATL homegirl said"Truly trim"

I'm getting pape- pape- pape- pape- (cough)
I'm getting paper nigga
Yo ho bad bad bad ima take her nigga
He think he bout it bout it?
Nigga you gon pull that trigger? (what?)
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English

(huh, huh. like what?)
(yea)
(nigga)
Been getting money since a nigga was a jit
(like what?)
Fly her out cash out on a bitch
I'm trana put some shooting stars up on your Wrist
Choppa get to spitting bullets throwing fits
Getting bank ho, ATL homegirl said"Truly trim"

I'm getting pape- pape- pape- pape- (cough)
I'm getting paper nigga
Yo ho bad bad bad ima take her nigga
He think he bout it bout it?
Nigga you gon pull that trigger? (what?)

I'm taking percies to the face Ima throw em up
We cop exotic tell my brudda go and roll it up
I said I want her tell her yeah, what the f*ck is up
Nigga swerving crazy off the lot, you wan ride wit us?
Ain't gon ever catch me lacking always ten deep
Pretty ho wan cop some Prada and some Fendi
I got like buku hoes, allem showing titties
I turn a gay ho straight, she wan feel me

(huh, that's what I'm on)
That choppa spit a melody it getcha hit
I'm smoking zaza to the brain, getcha lit

Been getting money since a nigga was a jit
(like what?)
Fly her out cash out on a bitch
I'm trana put some shooting stars up on your Wrist
Choppa get to spitting bullets throwing fits
Getting bank ho, ATL homegirl said"Truly trim"

I'm getting pape- pape- pape- pape- (cough)
I'm getting paper nigga
Yo ho bad bad bad ima take her nigga
He think he bout it bout it?
Nigga you gon pull that trigger? (what?)
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Writer: ty twillie
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