The Paper (I Get It) 50 Cent
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[50 Cent]
Bartender bring the bottles of Rose
That bitch like me but I don’t give a fuck
Bitch nigga smelling like good weed
Crush the hashish
Look I don’t give a fuck
I’m so grimey
They can’t blind me
The paper I get it
The paper I get it
What the fuck nigga I rock
Like I got that style that’ll keep me forever on top
Bitch, my drop top, make niggas feel like theres something wrong with there hustle
I’m eating, I suggest you niggas try this
Scrap the plate move the weight I got the itis
I’m sick, I’m addicted to the gold
You take a hit of how this feel you want more
Sorta like what crack did to boogie and New Jack
Wassup when I crossover, there ain't no coming back
Take a hit of this, this is what I’ve been cooking
Perfect product, customer good looking
This trip, this flip, I’ma get the count right
Do my numbers man, why your baker count light
Thta work you put out, that was stepped on
My shit raw dope, pure heron
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