Lirik Lagu Paper Chasers - Kevin Gates
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I'ma let you hear that other one after I do thisI'ma let you hear the one you know the 6's and all old shit all that we don't fuck around shitI like this shit man
Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shopping spreesGlock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I'm clockin' cheeseStrap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleywaysHad to say, each and every day we grabbin' paperLive the hustle, probably die, gangster and etceteraSometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellularThis the game and we know this life we gon' be alrightAin't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper
At the Paul Inn with the Tech 9, no bandana, no gloves onLong kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't makin' no love songThis bullshit you sold me got Inisotol no soda on itI straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smokin' homieRed Camaro, white rally stripes, gon' probably be on TVMove wrong while the tool on, I'll put your ass on Street BeatRepeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offenderPark the whip, lay under houses, you're moving round with the stethoscopeArrested for [?] to teach these pussy niggas 'bout stretchin' cokeBend the bend with the machine gun, like, "Say hello to my little friend"Chick I met at Texaco, down here for school, not visitin'Say it's about to get interesting, bitch say she from Michigan
Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and SpringfieldExtended clip, on the nine milli, a lot of hollow tips, no refillImagine how the fuck we feel, in the winter time no heat hereI sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beerAnd we feel, you need a nigga like me in your lifeGrind time it's goin' brroommmI listen to the radio, we all fly, shawty say she all mineColor all in the wrong lines, to the dope game I got strong tiesI've sold cocaine, this all the timeFavorite old song, entitled "White Lines"Watch rich people snort white lines, with white wine at dinner partiesI been retarded, I leave a partyPeople start to leavin' like we the partyThuggin' on, don't mention itPockets full of Benjamins
Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shopping spreesGlock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I'm clockin' cheeseStrap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleywaysHad to say, each and every day we grabbin' paperLive the hustle, probably die, gangster and etceteraSometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellularThis the game and we know this life we gon' be alrightAin't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper
At the Paul Inn with the Tech 9, no bandana, no gloves onLong kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't makin' no love songThis bullshit you sold me got Inisotol no soda on itI straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smokin' homieRed Camaro, white rally stripes, gon' probably be on TVMove wrong while the tool on, I'll put your ass on Street BeatRepeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offenderPark the whip, lay under houses, you're moving round with the stethoscopeArrested for [?] to teach these pussy niggas 'bout stretchin' cokeBend the bend with the machine gun, like, "Say hello to my little friend"Chick I met at Texaco, down here for school, not visitin'Say it's about to get interesting, bitch say she from Michigan
Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and SpringfieldExtended clip, on the nine milli, a lot of hollow tips, no refillImagine how the fuck we feel, in the winter time no heat hereI sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beerAnd we feel, you need a nigga like me in your lifeGrind time it's goin' brroommmI listen to the radio, we all fly, shawty say she all mineColor all in the wrong lines, to the dope game I got strong tiesI've sold cocaine, this all the timeFavorite old song, entitled "White Lines"Watch rich people snort white lines, with white wine at dinner partiesI been retarded, I leave a partyPeople start to leavin' like we the partyThuggin' on, don't mention itPockets full of Benjamins
