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lirik lagu h-ryda - i got paper

h ryda~i got paper

i don’t even go to the f~cking club no more
i just parking lot pimp and sn~tch a hoe
no dough, no show, the boy bout to blow word on the street, i run through beats like a pro. i got this punk b~tch trying to break herself on the low , adios, get ghost, from coast to coast, who you feeling the most? me or them, two choices, you can either sink or swim. they ain’t nothing like me, and i’m not like them. i’m in a brand new bm, i move like the wind, you ain’t got too many friends, you probably play with the jin’s ,fajr at 5:30, then i’m out by ten, i ain’t broadcasting mine i covering my sins, multitasking like pac in above the rim. backwood ashes i’m back in the hood again thug life classes this thug life will never end

i treat the mossy like a scr~per. catch a body on a regular basis talking that money sh~t, you live in your mom’s bas~m~nt, you can’t take it back, you gotta live with them statements. you a rat ass n~gga, you might as well face it. i’m riding around town in that brand new sp~ceship. i ain’t on no sucker sh~t, you know what i’m laced with mob in piece jacks, the game on some snake sh~t, they can’t spray, just watch how i shapeshift h rider, wrong one, you wanna play with, tell my mama, her baby boy done finally made it true success is when i worship my maker

i touch paper out the gutter
duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
i got paper like no other
duh duh duh duh
did i stutter
i got paper out the gutter
duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh
i got paper like no other
duh duh duh duh
did i stutter
i got paper
i’m in vegas doing numbers. you a traitor. probably won’t make it to see the summer jack history month. look what they took from us. n~ggas ain’t getting no play. you n~ggas is bench warmers just got in the game, you n~ggas newcomers, slow down, hold sh~t down and pay attention. we’re in the ninth inning and i pitched a no hitter. h rider, thug life, i am that n~gga. keep it 100. who you know, more realer go getter, before i bend her i’m trying to send her when you mention my name, you better say, mister, i’m an outlaw, don’t ever get it twisted

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