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lirik lagu plenty paper – rich the kid

[hook: key!]
f-ck jail, f-ck twelve
f-ck the legislator, i got plenty paper
got plenty paper, i got plenty paper
got plenty paper, got plenty paper
f-ck jail, f-ck twelve
f-ck the legislator, counting plenty paper
counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper
counting plenty paper, got plenty paper

[verse 1: rich the kid]
young rich nigga having plenty paper
he’s in the crib with a elevator
trap house, rich gang terminator
two glock 9 like tomb raider
and i just came home f-ck 12
free all my niggas that locked in a cell
f-ck nigga wanna see me in jail
was stuck on probation, i couldn’t make bail
i’ma teach you how to whip and pull the camera out
one key in the kitchen at my grandma house
b-tch i been having like skippa da flippa
come to the safe house, i’m gonna remix ya
they keep talking ’bout lean, i sip it
got way too many b-tches, i’m pimping
young nigga still living like diddy
f-ck the judge, courthouse full of bimmers

[hook]
f-ck jail, f-ck twelve
f-ck the legislator, i got plenty paper
got plenty paper, i got plenty paper
got plenty paper, got plenty paper
f-ck jail, f-ck twelve
f-ck the legislator, counting plenty paper
counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper
counting plenty paper, got plenty paper

[verse 2: skippa da flippa]
f-ck twelve, free my nigga, no feds
i’m a real shooter, you might end up dead
heavy artillery under my bed
choppa got green dot the vector got red
jugg out the uber, like i was the driver
east coast lil baby, i bet i surprise her
let that chopper sing like american idol
ask for forgiveness when i touch the bible
locked up with my niggas without no bar
i’m not always right but i know rights from wrong
get to shivering when my d-ck touch my b-tch tongue
the hip hop police chase me now that i’m on
counting ten on an escalator, nigga getting hella paper
never was a hater, chopper hit you like the undertaker
mad as a b-tch as i sat in my cell
pulled off in a wraith when i got out of jail

[verse 3: key!]
apd got pressure
dpd got pressure
young key he got pressure
call him if you need him
i just feel it in the air
i went to saint clair
i roll with saint clair
i’m finna drop a bag on her
drop a bag on her
i’m in court counting up
court counting up
i know they mad at us
police be mad at us

- rich the kid

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