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(Bosley) Gettin' to the paper, that's my passion 1400-800 Inc., we gettin' cash, bitch Only like fuckin' on bitches fat asses Call me the reaper, only smokin' on ashes Fuckin' top tens, yeah, you know that I'ma bag it Yeah, I'm fuckin' twin sisters, bitch, you know that they the baddest Want it all to yourself but you know that I done had it Wanna beat that pussy raw, dead, yeah, it's in a casket I just bought Balenci' now I'm walkin' in the mansion Boy, don't play with me, that switchy get to spittin' automatic I don't give a fuck 'bout what you said, lil' hoe If you talk down on the gang, you gonna beg, lil' hoe I heard shawty tryna ride, get on the pegs, lil' hoe Born in crime, homicide, leave you dead, lil' hoe The world through my eyes is infrared, lil' hoe The killers in the streets goin' fed, lil' hoe Livin' in a world where everybody hella street Everybody got a heat, everybody want beef Everybody pussy, nigga, everybody sweet Swear to God, you don't want no smoke with me Yeah, it's the big bird, bitch, I got issues It's the middle of the summer and my neck got a igloo Barrel of the drum stare at you and it'll end you I ain't sneeze but I'm blessed, wipe me down, I need a tissue I'm Trippie, bitch, I'm slimed out Iced out bitch with your girl on my dick Iced out bitch with your girl on my tip The opps want me but my Glock wanna kiss Slow down, ridin' 'round Four deep, every chopper got a hundred rounds If I catch a opposition, I'ma have to take 'em down Like the special opps, bitch, catch a opp and tango down (tango down) I love money counters, bitch, I love the paper sound Comin' from the trenches, when I'm in 'em, safe and sound Used to love the beef, I love gettin' paper now Don't use GPS, bitch, I'm on the paper route Comin' from that place where it's hard to make it out If it's smoke, want war, nigga, we could face it out Got your bitch suckin' dick and I ain't into makin' out If you scared, go to church, nigga, bring the devil out Gettin' tired of you niggas, Michelin Seein' all you niggas droppin' and nobody mention it I just sold out twenty thousand people out in Michigan I just made it out the hood, nigga, I ain't missin' it Keep it player with these hoes, nigga, I don't miss a bitch And you know I'm Big Redd, nigga, just like some licorice I just bought a Rolls-Royce, don't that mean really rich? Walk around with 1400 hoes on my damn dick Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (achoo) Everybody sick, nigga, everybody Everybody sick, nigga, everybody Everybody sick, nigga, everybody Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (achoo) Everybody sick, nigga, everybody Everybody sick, nigga, everybody Everybody sick, nigga, everybody