paper See if you can fit it on the paper See if you can get it on the paper See if you can fit it on the paper See if you can get it on the paper Had
Vertimas: Talking Heads. Knyga.
not too late, too late (x2) I hope it's not too late I got my whole life packed inside a suitcase Ridin in a Chevy that should've been a Mercedez Tryna keep my head
She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Hook] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh
got this game on dead bolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like
know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah) [Chorus] - 4X [P. Diddy - talking over
Tremaine Ladies love me, here go that new Trey Kiss and suck me, I call it toupee I got on Breezy sh-t, give my sh-t a break F-ck am I talking bout?
I'll do it again So get me outta my head 'Cause it's getting quite cramped, you know Coming ready or not, when the motor gets hot We can do it again The papers
doin teardrop tune got you bitches boo hoo?in Weezy F baby ga ga goo goo?in and girl I swear if you start chewing I?m suing hahah yea and to the paper
fake-ass handshakes You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious You talkin' and playin',
write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even come at me Talk'n that weak and popin' that bullshit Get out my face a fool could get his head
used some I ain't here to boast, I don't do that When I talk it's straight dope, pure facts I rock hard but still called a new jack But talk shit, you
these haters wanna talk down I don't feel a way by what a nigga say It's alright love, I let a hater hate Pull up on them see them paper plate See da
feeling like niggas are trying to get me Forget the kids I'm shavin off my head like fucking Brittney Man dre wont mix my records now I need to talk to
bitches counting bread made man, also known as Papi Chulo and I'm running straight up in the culo my wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill super head and super head
m like Kobe You *** can't check me go head Bowens And I never left the team 'cause I'm catchin' every pass Stunna McNabb yeah, he like go head Owens yeah
too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth so when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin'
spray for me I have em bring me your head on a tray for me Cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga I'm at your chest like a training bra Tune talk that shit
