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lirik lagu paper route – newborn, menace, toonchie5

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f*ck standin in one spot p*ssy n*gga make a movie
then go hit a l!ck a lil boy stayin [stoovy?]
patrol all my infants real dudes prolly got a loosescrew
we don’t know what to do but to shoot you and your crew
when we comin down your block leave a known scene murder
scene oh my god call the cops they heard shots
i’m just tryna reach the top so i flock for the drop
you n*ggas hate me cause i’m hot yo, b*tch wanna give me top
too focused on the paper so i [?] lil thot
pull up in a toyota honda hopped out i knock knock
n0body home we got the box we all pass got big knocks
pinky ring wit diamonds rocks b*tch i gave it all got
for lil flame you gettin popped, it ain even no f*ckin question
the block trippy pressin wit an automatic weapon
see your [?] see the heaven if you bang the wrong section
cause it can get active real quick in split seconds
i was fifteen years old, i ain had nowhere to go, used to catch me on the a i was stealin off the store, sn*tchin gold young n*gga packin poles never trust a n*gga that told cause em type of n*ggas faux
yeah this way my streets

focus on this cash me n my n*ggas on the paper route, gotta make a dollar we screamin f*ck takin a safer route (x3)

b*tch i’m really in the field i ain takin no early rounds, i’m slidin to the hoochies if i see them i’m jumpin out, my mind on the mile i don’t kno what they be talm bout my n*ggas tryna k!ll for that dope we gon choke em out all gas no brakes sh*t they must wanna hate sh*t now back to the basic talk tall get yo face split don’t f*ck wit no fake sh*t don’t got it i take it, blu flame is the gang b*tch we still on sum gang sh*t and i even gon change sh*t forever the gang sh*t we gon blow up
your brains b*tch (we gon blow up your brains b*tch) you know beamer the beamer n allat pull up on yo block (f*ck hoochies n allat b*tch) yeah f*ck maggots n allat gang

focus on this cash me n my n*ggas on the paper route, gotta make a dollar we screamin f*ck takin a safer route (x3)
its hard in the hundreds when a n*gga tryna make it out man i swear to god we screamin f*ck takin a safer route theses hoochies tryna take me out them n*ggas tryna knock me down i’m focused on the f*ckin top i’m tryna take my city now and now later grindin too hard i can’t see nun of theses haters i’m just tryna get my take up they call me jp and i’m a real known crip yeah i’m straight out the hunnits i’ll shoot n lose the b*tch this drill sh*t sick yeah n*gga you gotta be quick wit the stick if you really wit the sh*ts bullets make you do a flip n make your partner take a sh*t when you seen how em infants jump out n do a hit if you quick make a b*tch buss quick just to bring me back the tip yeah shoot to holla free spooc outta that b*tch man this when they get missed we was raised to bust the clip we gon trip till they wit flame now

focus on this cash me n my n*ggas on the paper route, gotta make a dollar we screamin f*ck takin a safer route (x3)

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