Paperwork Lil Twist (Ft. Chris Brown)

[Intro: Irv Gotti]
Let's talk about it, let's-let's talk about it for one second
Shouldn't that had been in a real world, the death blow?
The guy who's proclaiming to be the roughest, toughest don dava, bully
You got beat up and spoked up and you ran to the precinct and pressed charges on us
And you took on all the protection
That's like your baby mama does
And you're sayin', "I smell pussy," it's you

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Paperwork, haha
All these niggas signin' paperwork, pussy
You gon' make us put you on a shirt, pussy
All these niggas signin' paperwork, pussy, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Put your bread up, I wanna take that fade
I don't gotta fuck your ho, I'ma just take your chain
Bitch, I'm fed up, fuck your set you claimin'
Pull up right now, pussy nigga, let's do this thing
Y'all niggas ain't bangers, y'all niggas ain't players
We don't do no favors
Y'all niggas ain't gangsters, y'all niggas just betas
Y'all niggas ain't alphas
Keep throwin' up fingers
Make you eat one of them fingers, gon' doubt us
Shit be brazy, shit be wild, wild
None of y'all tellin' the truth, damn
I see the bitch all in you, bang
You better be ready to shoot, yeah
Or better be ready to move, damn
Jarheads with the warhead
Wakin' you up from my minivan
Yeah, yeah, I'ma make bail
A pussy nigga, you about to tell