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lirik lagu paper chase – kdbands

[kd intro]

ayeeee, in the sky, looking fly, kdbands

we paper chasing, steak up on our plate

[cold intro]

we paper chasing, steak up on our plate

yah yah yah, yahhh yah yah yahhh

[kd verse]

ay, kd like a dream, pull up with the team

got that beam, turn it up a sec

shoutout to the blessed, you can’t be the best, till you see the rest

when you see the mess, don’t be stressed, looking like a jest, get the sh-t on gucci, well dressed

[verse 2]

always gon be fly, chasing from the sky

looking like a b-tterfly, wifey really fine

sipping on some wine

life hanging by a vine, woke up to cloud nine

getting this sh-t online, packing it all on time

[verse 3]

and i’m still getting bread, have it on the swipes instead

but you should know, i don’t play with heads

give a sign and you dropping dead

pull up theres the thread, don’t got no beef, why don’t yall go ahead

while im chasing more than checks, yall get mislead, get upset, valid brodi on the set

[verse 4]

yah keeping the sh-t for the real

putting it on like a deal

shorty is making me spiel

get in the automobile

excited, no hands on the wheel

counting these bands up

put up them hands up

dreamz gang, hit you like boomerang

[hook]

we paper chasing, steak up on our plate

we paper chasing, steak up on our plaaate

we paper chasing, steak up on our plate

we paper chasing, steak up on our plaate

we paper chasing, steak up on our plate

we paper chasing, steak up on our plaate

we paper chasing, steak up on our plate

[cold mateyo verse]

we paper chasing, steak up on our plate

you tried to join the wave lame boy, yeah you late

wishi washi yeah i seen you fold, you so fake

i’m grinding for the solo win that w, first place

i didn’t hit a l!ck, i didn’t have to do no race, but i’m still moving calm on a steady paper chase

i love to see some hunnids on a money run

if you got a couple dollars we can have some fun

catch me lacking in the stuy chilling with my sons

calm sh-t f-ck up my conscious, i’m nauseous

lotta snakes all around me, gotta keep cautious

keys up on my belt, open doors like a locksmith

we are not the same we so opposite

working day and night lissa grind in the office, you never catch me slipping boy you off it

i can’t f-ck with y’all, y’all toxic, y’all the type of n-ggas never drop sh-t, talk sh-t but never wanna pop sh-t

chef it up i don’t do beef, i just chop sh-t

money cooking up, pick it up with some chopsticks

we the type of n-ggas, go and cop sh-t

[outro]

we paper chasing, steak up on our plate

yeah i need it now, hurry up don’t be late

- kdbands

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