Chief Keef - Paper Şarkı Sözleri

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I ain't really havin' no paper problems, man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem, he can't get no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems, nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem cause he never had no paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young man got paper problems cause he never had paper

I just touched down in Jamaica, I'mma try to smoke two acres
Send a nigga to his maker, (?) cremate ya
Fuck the nigga and the bitch that made ya
You ain't really doing that major
Gotta eat before the (?) extendo, like (?) water
Big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly
Ballin' in the (?), don't I look so Icy
I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferraris
My (?) go rollin' like brrrrr nigga
My yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga
I concur that you're not real nigga
So man I don't even wanna deal witya
And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas
Cause they know you lame and they still with ya
(?) come to get ya, (?) nigga it ain't hard to hit you


They like son, why you run to 100 thousand?
I ain't never had no paper
I ain't 'Wop, I ain't Jay, but I was making 500 every day
(?) cars in this things, that's cable problems
(?) gonna pull that K
Run in your house, where your safe?
Anything to get that (?)
In the club wilin'
Make it rain in this bitch cause it's hot and bitches crawlin'
Let a nigga try me
Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, and meet his (?)
Smokin' on a fattie
And my pocket is a fattie
All I fuck with is fatties
Boy he'll be ready
Come hard like the G, that's after the (?) of spaghetti
I'm wearin' lunatics, I don't do (?)
Hey, I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly
Walked up in sacks, throwin' up racks, they smell me