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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diamante
Diamante
Vocals
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Vocals
Zombie Juice
Zombie Juice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Lewis
Antonio Lewis
Songwriter
Diamante Doret
Diamante Doret
Songwriter
Erick Elliott
Erick Elliott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick the Architect
Erick the Architect
Producer
Joel Gutman
Joel Gutman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas I Thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas I thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Since a soldier saw the surface I cracked the canvas and cursed it Part of me wasn't good enough But a picture ain't perfect What is proper and purpose? Leaving families hurting She don't trust me at all She put a lock on her purses Part of me don't deserve ya' Pardon bruh, I was nervous and this is a new beginning We fly so come feel the turbulence Never bow to that serpent Dreamed and found out I'm worth it Soul circuit, love lurking and close curtains And I be that bigger person And this my seed, she nurse it I stimulate her mind, she challenge me while we rehearse it Smoking on this weed got me feeling like a wordsmith Another word to nigger, per fect, no? Shit nigga, uhh Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas I thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas Thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free I'm addicted to the Henny All of these bitches with me I've done been around the world Pussy nigga, see me Fuck it nigga, forgive me Pussy, money and drugs Mary, nothing above Shark hoodies, backwoods, Rizla, OG Puff puff, homie rest up Just us against the world Finger fuck it like my nine bustin' It's no discussion, quit the rushin' If D's coming get the flushing', all of a sudden Heard you was fucking with other niggas I ain't bluffing, locked up, now luxed up Handcuffed, now hand cuff Unfaithful bitch love the taste of dick Only faithful to my bros My rights and my wrongs Some nights I play, 2Pac and zone Pop on my phone, selling and flipping Bounce to my own True to the beat, LSD by the sheet My flow is part of the beat I know it's hard to believe that you're part of the seed Sometimes it's hard to breath All my needs reaper, please leave my soul at ease Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas I thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Ain't no question 'bout this paper My mind is on a different angle Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas Thank you, good riddance, good business Good grief, what is? We smoking marijuana for free Aiiiaah, uuhhhh I can't wait 'til we get on So we can get what we want I gotta get what I want, baby-yyy-eh Hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o Heeeey-o-eeyyy-ooooh Oooohh, heeey-o-eeuh, huuuuh
Writer(s): Anthony Flammia, Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis, Diamante Doret Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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