Brown Paper Bag Birdman & Lil Wayne (Ft. Swizz Beatz)
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All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)
All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)
All brown all brown - Fi-Fi-Fill (Haha) it up wit' more
[Chorus]
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got that paper bag full of paper, bag full of kush
Big choppa, I could hit you from a hundred foot
What's happenin' Wardy? How you want it, buddy?
Them bitches checkin' for me, tell 'em I'm with Swizz Swizzy
They call me Wizzy Fizzy, holla back, right now I'm busy
I am the president, you just play your position
And I hope that door don't hit ya, get up out my office crawfish
Don't let them sharkys get ya, this beat's a car collision
Check out my car collection, yeah, look at my rims, ho
Mercedes wit' them kidneys, nah, that's a Benzo
I don't pop them pills, no, but I pop them rubber bands
Man, I can get like fifty thousand in that brown bag
All brown paper bag (Uh-Oh)
All brown all brown - Fi-Fi-Fill (Haha) it up wit' more
[Chorus]
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
All brown paper bag, fill it up with ones
Fill it up with ones, fill it-, fill it up with ones
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got that paper bag full of paper, bag full of kush
Big choppa, I could hit you from a hundred foot
What's happenin' Wardy? How you want it, buddy?
Them bitches checkin' for me, tell 'em I'm with Swizz Swizzy
They call me Wizzy Fizzy, holla back, right now I'm busy
I am the president, you just play your position
And I hope that door don't hit ya, get up out my office crawfish
Don't let them sharkys get ya, this beat's a car collision
Check out my car collection, yeah, look at my rims, ho
Mercedes wit' them kidneys, nah, that's a Benzo
I don't pop them pills, no, but I pop them rubber bands
Man, I can get like fifty thousand in that brown bag
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