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lirik lagu paperroute woo, key glock & zo trapalot - playaz circle

[intro]
(key pushaz the mob)

[verse 1: key glock]
i be callin’ plays like madden, that cash, i gotta have it (yeah)
flyer than aladdin (get the bag, king wonka)
yeah, everyday i’m stackin’ (yeah)
in a ‘rari (skrrt), with a baddie (bad), she classy, she nasty (yeah)
get back gang don’t panic (don’t), my diamonds dump her panties (ice)
high as f~ck, still ain’t landed (phew), can’t stand me (what?)
take a seat then (phew), i pass b~tches underhanded (let’s go)
this b~tch tryna eat it (eat it), ’cause my diamonds look like candy (yeah)
i hang with a grim reaper, like billy and mandy (f~ck)

[verse 2: zo trapalot]
these n~ggas act like b~tches, your whole gang full of— (lil’ girls)
g~19 with the flatback b~tton, come in handy (rrah)
i just picked your b~tch up, she ain’t f~ck, i left her stranded (for real)
choppin’ b~tches’ nothin’, this sh~t easy like [?] candy (phew, phew)
uh, from a baby (yeah), trappin’ like the ’80s (the ’80s)
i just chopped some thick sh~t from the bay, this b~tch look asian (for sure)
my trap get outdated, screamin’, f~ck you, pay me (f~ck you)
diamonds on my neck be goin’ crazy like they ragin’ (ice)

[verse 3: paperroute woo]
she thought i was payin’ for that p~ssy (huh?), your freak gave it (gave it)
stay up on the sidewalk (yeah), keep your feet up off the pavement (the pavement)
he ready, then he faded away like tracy mcgrady (mcgrady)
raised by my mama and my granny (huh~uh), they my babies (my babies)
boring~ass b~tches swear they lit (yeah), these hoes be basic (basic~ass ho)
n~gga with a attitude (yeah), dressed up like a raider (a raider)
and i ain’t tryna kick it with you, n~gga (uh~uh), where the paper? (where the paper at?)
drive a hunnid thousand dollar foreign (skrrt), like a skater (skrrt)
[verse 4: zo trapalot]
everyday i wake up, p~ssy, you know trap got some for sale (for sale)
i’ll grab my cleanse get in that field, this ain’t no nfl (go get nasty)
bring your ho around she get nailed, n~gga, i do this sh~t so swell (too bad)
reach for some, i wish you well, leave sh~t stankin’ like, what’s that smell? (shh, shh)

[verse 5: paper route woo]
i’m a street n~gga, can’t you tell? (can’t you tell?)
then serve pounds off the bell (off the bell)
take your wrist up in the air, before i ever try to dare (‘fore i ever try to dare)
run my city like the mayor (the mayor)
n~ggas old and they washed up, and they stale (they stale)
mane, these n~ggas wrong with they solid, mane, these n~ggas they some players (these n~ggas they some players)

[verse 6: key glock]
yeah, big old five, all his well (five), hustle like this gets your pocket swell (phew, phew)
hustle like this gets your pocket swole, her head so good gave her a honor roll (yeah)
i ran this sh~t up, i’m on the road, yeah, back on tour, yeah, i’m back on the road (road)
used to sell out bowls, now i sell out shows (wow, ayy, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
let’s get it (let’s get it), stop playin’ (stop playin’)
what yould you do for them bands? (bands)
put that fah (fah, fah, fah), on you and your mans (fah)
m.o.b, i won’t give her a chance (fah)
in a reunion, my diamonds dance (yeah)
it’s cutthroat la familia (cutthroat)
this b~tch thicker than a horse (horse), i just told her get it, ya (yeah)
[outro]
(wonka secured the bag)

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