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You say you want a paper boy
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I bet you fronting, I bet you
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It ain't no middle man
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I get this money, get this money
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And who can get this money?
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We can get this money
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Can't fuck with a paper boy!
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The streets feeling this
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Ain't trip foul with an old street
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Can't tell them how the shit go
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Show them through the back door
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PExclusive, city is worth of class
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Later Jonas said no, the city...grab him!
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Remember paying bingo?
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I never thought it being ... hello
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Pop up in the club with a hundred D
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D for Hell, nigga, MC
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I'm the king, nigga, I ain't no redneck
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Unfortunate, unfortunate,
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Bad bitch Ray had no mad man
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No clinic, but I got my check up
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You been sleeping on it,
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Man, you need to wake up!
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On the streets, my name Bad Nigga
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Snitch ass niggers from the start better flee
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They want me locked up like Bruce
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But fuck that shit, free booze
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Used to be a young nigger, they call me ah
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They sitting on the streets, they smelling like a skunk
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Shiz that bitch, bad tittie, what you want?
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Damn, that gun, I did her with the four
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Paper Boi
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| Shawty Lo |
