Makin paper ft. ILL BLAZE Lyrics

Bar Shots Productions, Hillblaze, Derek Isle, yeah, hood rules apply, motherfuckers, yeah, let's go

Making paper fuck our haters, I'll pay someone to shut your face up

You ain't gangster, we all hate ya, Jesus Christ himself won't save ya

Making paper fuck our haters, I'll pay someone to shut your face up

You ain't gangster, we all hate ya, Jesus Christ himself won't save ya

Getting paper over here while I'm sipping on a beer, trying to steal my stash and this is what's to fear

cause our life is looking real clear while I'm sorting out a line and gripping on my nine and

Selling these dimes and reminiscence of past times when I wouldn't have to suffer or re-defeat

Yeah, when I'm out for the night, peace, I keep spinning the line right

Whoa, what the fuck he say, say it again

Getting paper over here while I'm sipping on a beer, trying to steal my stash and this is what's to fear

cause our life is looking real clear while I'm sorting out a line and gripping on my nine and

Selling these dimes and reminiscence of past times when I wouldn't have to suffer or re-defeat

Yeah, when I'm out for the night, peace, I keep spinning the line right

Making paper fuck our haters, I'll pay someone to shut your face up

You ain't gangster, we all hate ya, Jesus Christ himself won't save ya

Making paper fuck our haters, I'll pay someone to shut your face up

You ain't gangster, we all hate ya, Jesus Christ himself won't save ya

Yeah, I block this sexy bitch but she just keeps on calling

Oh, I'm busy stacking dollars, yeah, I'm balling

Keep your hands up out my pocket or I'll slip a couple dollars to a murderer

Have them tell your block up, if you fall, don't get back up

I'll make another payment, have you lined out on the payment

Yeah, bitch, it's simple, it's basic, I could cancel your subscription to live it

If I feel I get what, don't you understand how hard is it to get it

I'm the man drinking liquor out the bottle, handing money to a ninja clan with red bandanas

loaded guns in hands, I'll send them your way with an address and a picture of your face

I'm not sorry, you're gonna die today

Scream to Jesus when you pray, but I bet he's too busy to return for a fucking lame like you

True, true, yeah

Making paper fuck our haters, I'll pay someone to shut your face up

You ain't gangster, we all hate ya, Jesus Christ himself won't save ya

Making paper fuck our haters, I'll pay someone to shut your face up

You ain't gangster, we all hate ya, Jesus Christ himself won't save ya

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