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Paper
3.890
Hip-Hop/Rap
Paper wurde am 6. Dezember 2024 von Out The Blue Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtPaper - Single
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Veröffentlichungsdatum6. Dezember 2024
LabelOut The Blue Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlueBucksClan
BlueBucksClan
Performer
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Vocals
Deon Hawkins Jr.
Deon Hawkins Jr.
Vocals
Jaylar Abram Jr.
Jaylar Abram Jr.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Songwriter
Deon Hawkins Jr.
Deon Hawkins Jr.
Songwriter
Jaylar Abram Jr.
Jaylar Abram Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tha EastieBoyz
Tha EastieBoyz
Producer

Songtexte

Look, big risk-taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a bitch maker
Mix the Metro gas with the Tris flavor, broke bitch, I'll turn it to a trick player
Scammer bitch, bands bustin' out the slip paper
You need a real fan, all these **** temp tapers
Young **** poppin' like he dropped the pimp paper
Young **** poppin' like he popped a seal paper
Ah, ah, pop it like he cocked the G-lock
Hot, make her back it here, that pussy heat rock
Foreign bitch, make her pour a margarita
I keep steppin' on my line, makin' pink walk
I'ma catch him by surprisе like a beat drop
He a runnеr, sit on the floor 'til his feet stop
Yeah, I might put the homies on, yeah, he sweet watchin' (yeah, he sweet)
'Wood steamin', this shit screamin' like a teapot (like a teapot)
Leave the club with hoes, ain't enough seats, watch (ain't enough seats, watch)
Doin' all that hatin', never got no farther (all that hate)
Baby-ass chain, same one I got my daughter (I got my daughter)
**** pourin' half of lines, **** sippin' water (sippin' water)
In the cut faded, I be high as Vince Carter (high as Vince Carter)
Ten bottles, told the bottle girls, "We don't want no sparklin'" (we don't want no sparklin')
I keep M's on my fuckin' mind, ****, we all Martians (we all Martians)
Swear to God she on a full ride, she don't get no partial (full ride)
I left her there so many times, where the fuck my daughter? (Where my daughter?)
Remember beefin' with the landlord, that **** cut my water (**** broke)
I been catchin' plays, so many yards, I feel like Travis Hunter (Travis Hunter)
**** ain't believe that I could score, they used to bet the under (they ain't believe)
You better not ever leave my side, girl, you my bread and butter (you better not leave)
I can never see who changed on me, feel like Stevie Wonder (I can't see)
We ain't been seein' eye-to-eye, you got me sippin' syrup (sippin' syrup)
Look, big risk-taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a bitch maker
Mix the Metro gas with the Tris flavor, broke bitch, I'll turn it to a trick player
Scammer bitch, bands bustin' out the slip paper
You need a real fan, all these **** temp tapers
Young **** poppin' like he dropped the pimp paper
Young **** poppin' like he popped a seal paper
Look, big risk-taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a bitch maker
Broke bitch, I'll turn it to a trick player
You need a real fan, all these **** temp tapers
Young **** poppin' like he dropped the pimp paper
Written by: Bino Rideaux, Deon Hawkins Jr., Jaylar Abram Jr.
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