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lirik lagu pinky xxx, dj pest, dre-no salucci & helluva - paper paper

[intro: h~lluva, pinky xxx]
(h~lluva made this beat, baby)
[?] ain’t see this one coming, boy (yeahh)
pinky triple x, dre~no da motherf~ckin’ cake boi (yeahh)
royalty entertainment, made west entertainment (yeahh)
c.o.g. entertainment, this our year (dj pest) (yeahh)
(cake boi)

[verse 1: dre~no salucci]
we ’bout cheddar, cheddar, mo’ cheddar
mo’ cheddar, cheddar, mo’ cheddar
i’ll smack you with the beretta
and leave your brains on your sweater (eugh)
y’all faker than pleather
my team cakin’ togethеr (yup)
forever making it bettеr
indeed, i’m a go~getter
toast bottles of amaretto (‘retto)
louis v on the leather (leather)
b.m.f., i’m a repper (repper)
until i’m stretched on a stretcher (stretcher)
the cheese, i’ma go get it
my g’s know that i’m with it (ya heard)
the d, i represent it
you see, it’s stitched on my fitted (okay)
so, to them streets, i’m committed
[?]
put money over them b~tches
and flowers over them snitches
my hustle game ridiculous
my muscle gain the thickest
my flow game the sickest
that propane, i spit it
like cocaine, i whip it
hit the block and distribute (go get it)
post up [?] it
then double up my digits (go get it)
my n~ggas know i’m the realest
and b~tches know i’m the trillest
ya boy no is the illest
the [?] for the [?]
[chorus: dre~no salucci, pinky xxx]
we stack paper, paper (yeah, yeah)
we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah)
f~ck a hater, we just get our cake up
(yeah, yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah) (pinky)
f~ck a hater, we stick to the paper (yeah, yeah, okay)
(the professionals)

[verse 2: pinky xxx, dre~no salucci]
they call me pinky triple x and i’m a bad yellow b~tch (yeah)
quarter milly’ on my neck, i got a jag on my wrist (yeah)
it’s a lot of jealous b~tches lookin’ sad in this b~tch (hahaha)
’cause they know your girl clockin’ all the cash in this b~tch
(cha~ching)
i be hustle, hustle, hustling (hustling)
everyday, i’m bubbling (bubbling)
i’m about that paper, paper, i know how to double it (double it)
b~tches like me pop bottles of that rosé (ya heard)
b~tches like you try to follow but its no way (no way)
you can’t keep up with a broad like me (uh~uh)
i get money, money, you b~tches can’t ball like me (uh~uh)
in and out of saks, shoppin’ at the mall like me (yeah)
coppin’ birkin bags, hoppin’ in an all~white v (yeah)
twelve [?] six benz with the frost white seats (haha)
forgiato on the rims [?] offset [?] (yeah)
and the [?] so the cost ain’t cheap
made west, b.m.f., royalty and c.o.g
[chorus: dre~no salucci, h~lluva]
we stack paper, paper (yeah, yeah)
we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah)
f~ck a hater, we just get our cake up
(yeah, yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (what up, dre?) (yeah, yeah)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper
(you ’bout your motherf~ckin’ paper) (yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (what up, pink? let’s get it) f~ck a hater, we stick to the paper (yeah, yeah, yeah, okay)

[verse 3: h~lluva]
my hummer’s sitting on eights
my chevy’s sitting on fours
my candy look like it’s drippin’
my b~tch is badder than yours
my clique is full of gorillas
go~getters, k!llers and dealers
the summer time, we be stuntin’
the winter time, we chinchillas
fifty on my wrist, ten racks on my pinky
40k all in my lap, make it clap like pinky
for my paper, i’d do a n~gga greasy
run up in his crib
then throw him down the steps like a slinky
more paper equal more haters
more haters equal more problems
i send them goons and them goblins
to run up on ’em and chop ’em
i go hard on the b~tches
my denim game is the sickest
my closet look like a swamp, it’s full of gators and lizards
west [?], i’m reppin’ it
dre~no b.m.f.~ing it
coke, i be stretchin’ it
then i’m compressin’ it
all about my paper, i’m in love with the sh~t, b~tch
all i do is stack like the bloods and the crips, b~tch
[chorus: dre~no salucci]
we stack paper, paper (yeah, yeah)
we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah)
f~ck a hater, we just get our cake up
(yeah, yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper, we be gettin’ paper (yeah)
f~ck a hater, we stick to the paper (yeah, yeah, okay)
paper, paper

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