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paper - bluebucksclan & bino rideaux lyrics

[chorus: bino rideaux]
look, big risk taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a b*tch maker
mix the metro gas with the tris flavor, broke b*tch, i’ll turn it to a trick player
scammer b*tch, bands bustin’ out the slip paper
you need a real fan, all these n*ggas temp tapers
young n*gga poppin’ like he dropped the pimp paper
young n*gga poppin’ like he popped a seal paper

[verse 1: bino rideaux]
ah, ah, pop it like he c*cked the g*lock
hot, make her back it here, that p*ssy heat rock
foreign b*tch, make her pour a margarita
i keep steppin’ on my line, makin’ pink walk
i’ma catch him by surprisе like a beat drop
he a runnеr, slip on the floor ’til his feet stop

[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj]
yeah, i might put the homies on, yeah, he sweet watchin’ (yeah, he sweet)
‘wood steamin’, this sh*t screamin’ like a teapot (like a teapot)
leave the club with hoes, ain’t enough seats, watch (ain’t enough seats, watch)
doin’ all that hatin’, never got no farther (all that hate)
baby*ass chain, same one i got my daughter (i got my daughter)
n*ggas pourin’ half of lines, n*ggas sippin’ water (sippin’ water)
in the cut faded, i be high as vince carter (high as vince carter)
ten bottles, told the bottle girls, “we don’t want no sparklin'” (we don’t want no sparklin’)
i keep m’s on my f*ckin’ mind, n*gga, we all martians (we all martians)
[verse 3: jeeezy]
swear to god she on a full ride, she don’t get no partial (full ride)
i left her there so many times, where the f*ck my daughter (where my daughter?)
remember beefin’ with the landlord, that n*gga cut my water (n*gga broke)
i been catchin’ plays, so many yards, i feel like travis hunter (travis hunter)
n*ggas ain’t believe that i could score, they used to bet the under (they ain’t believe)
you better not ever leave my side, girl, you my bread and b*tter (you better not leave)
i can never see who changed on me, feel like stevie wonder (i can’t see)
we ain’t been seein’ eye*to*eye, you got me sippin’ syrup (sippin’ syrup)

[chorus: bino rideaux]
look, big risk taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a b*tch maker
mix the metro gas with the tris flavor, broke b*tch, i’ll turn her to a trick player
scammer b*tch, bands bustin’ out the slip paper
you need a real fan, all these n*ggas temp tapers
young n*gga poppin’ like he dropped the pimp paper
young n*gga poppin’ like he popped a seal paper

[outro: bino rideaux]
look, big risk taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a b*tch maker
broke b*tch, i’ll turn her to a trick player
you need a real fan, all these n*ggas temp tapers
young n*gga poppin’ like he popped a seal paper

- bluebucksclan bino rideaux lyrics

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