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Vince Staples - Ramona Park Broke My Heart : PAPERCUTS (Visualizer)
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Vince Staples
Vince Staples
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Paul Castelluzzo
Paul Castelluzzo
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DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
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Vince Staples
Vince Staples
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Paul Castelluzzo
Paul Castelluzzo
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Dacoury Dahi Natche
Dacoury Dahi Natche
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Paul Castelluzzo
Paul Castelluzzo
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Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
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Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
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Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
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DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
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Tyler Page
Tyler Page
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Bang, cookin' up love, always on the run Bang, cookin' up love, always on the run They wanna know if I'm in the street Or if I still feel a way about the enemies If I went and died today, who remember me? Just keep it real with me, I don't need no sympathy I hate this industry, missin' sleep, been some weeks Countin' money up while they countin' sheep Used to picture me rollin', vividly Now everything I dream is everything you see Ridin' with the blick, 30 shots at least Keep it in my reach right up on the seat I try to teach but then these niggas think he tryna preach And I ain't got no timе for nobody out here tryin' me Ri-ridin' 'round thе city, say what's up Don't be playin' with my money (don't be playin') Don't be playin' with the hood Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up If it ain't 'bout bread (yeah), I don't give a fuck (ayy) See me 'round the city, say what's up Don't be playin' with my money (don't be playin') Don't be playin' with the hood Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up (yeah) If it ain't 'bout bread, I don't give a fuck, no We don't wanna hear that bullshit Shareef Ain't no love, ain't no peace, when you broke in these streets And they never love you back, but you don't know until you leave Always lookin' for a bag, never had the time to grieve Hit my line, but make it brief if you ain't talkin' dollars Wild calls from my dawgs, hope they free my partners Still thinkin' everyday about the one that got away, ayy You know I'm crazy 'bout you, right? I want a wife, don't want no baby mama, nah These crazy bitches try to tap your pockets, yeah Now I ain't trippin', I'm just bein' honest, yeah I love my direct deposit Ri-ridin' 'round the city, say what's up Don't be playin' with my money (don't be playin') Don't be playin' with the hood Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up If it ain't 'bout bread (yeah), I don't give a fuck (ayy) See me 'round the city, say what's up Don't be playin' with my money (don't be playin') Don't be playin' with the hood Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up (yeah) If it ain't 'bout bread, I don't give a fuck, no I'm what you're waitin' for (yeah, what you waitin' for?) I'm what you're waitin' for (what you waitin' for? Yeah, what you waitin' for?) I'm what you're waitin' for (yeah, what you waitin' for?) I'm what you're waitin' for (what you waitin' for? Yeah) (See me ridin' 'round the city, say what's up Don't be playin' with my money, don't be playin' with the hood) (Papercuts, papercuts, out here tryna run it up If it ain't 'bout bread)
Writer(s): Vince Staples, Dacoury Natche, Paul Raini Castelluzzo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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