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Paper
1,628
Hip-Hop/Rap
Paper was released on May 18, 2018 by YSN Records, Inc. / EMPIRE as a part of the album No Hooks
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Release DateMay 18, 2018
LabelYSN Records, Inc. / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lud Foe
Lud Foe
Vocals
Kid Wond3r
Kid Wond3r
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Beecham
Anthony Beecham
Songwriter
Bill Hullett
Bill Hullett
Lyrics
Willie Akins
Willie Akins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Wond3r
Kid Wond3r
Producer

Lyrics

Aye (Aah-aah)
Aye, aye, No Hooks bitch
(Grrah, pow-pow-pow)
**** wanna stick me for my paper
Get yo' girl up, get them paws up
(Bitch)
**** wanna stick me for my paper (Aye, aye)
**** wanna stick me for my paper (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
(Gang, gang)
I heard **** wanna stick me for my paper (For my paper)
So I went and bought the Choppa with the laser (With the laser)
**** how the fuck is you gon' rob a robber? (You gon' rob a robber?)
I don't think you know I got that problem solver with me
I got bought my grand daddy Harry a revolver (A revolver)
Bitch I got yo' number but I'm still not gon' call ya (Still not gon' call ya bitch)
If it's a lick bitch we hit it already (We hit it already)
You can have yo' bitch back, I hit it already (Aye)
**** you ain't gettin' shit back, we split it already
You talkin' 'bout that street shit, we did it already (We did it already)
Can't testify on me 'cause he dead already (That **** dead)
Fuck this rap beef, shoot him in the head already (Shoot him in the motherfuckin' head)
My **** with it, don't forget it (Gang, gang)
We pullin' up with Dracos the size of a midget (Grrah, pow-pow-pow)
Pull up, knock a **** off his pivot (Bitch)
.223 bullet knock a **** out his fitted (Grrah, pow-pow-pow)
(Gang) Now he smellin' like he shitted (Ugh!)
He sneak dissed me, that fuck **** shouldn't have did it (Bitch)
Depends on how I'm feelin' I might fuck her once and quit it
'Cause I ain't got no time for these in love bitches
You better not run yo' mouth, we put stitches on snitches (We put stitches on snitches)
I'm a young street ****, set my Chevy on 6's
I'm ridin' fast in this V12 on the road to riches (Skrrt)
I'm a male gigolo, I leave my semen on bitches
Buy the whole bar 'cause I'm a nice guy (Nice guy, gang)
And I'ma rob my plug if the price high (The price high)
We just took out ya Cuban link
Robbed you for yo' gold (Gimme dat)
You would think I had a patch on my right eye (On my right eye)
**** I done fuck more hoes than LL (Than LL)
I done sold more blow than Hell Rell (Than Hell Rell bitch)
**** we'll kick yo' door down like 12 (Kick yo' door)
Rushin' out the traphouse, I forgot the scale
I can tell these **** be frail, but act tough as hell
I could sell sand to a beach, I give you a shell
He say he get dough, I couldn't tell cuz he broke as hell (Than **** broke)
**** I'm so motherfuckin' cold I'm givin 'em hell
If you go to jail with no bail you probably will tell
Free all of my ****, got them killas livin' through a cell
Earned all my stripes, I'm a OG (OG)
I got OG's up in Heaven lookin' over me (Lookin' over me)
Used to be a shorty, now the shorties lookin' up to me (They lookin' up to me)
That used to be your bitch, now you sick 'cause she fuckin' me (That bitch fuckin' me)
Bitch I feel like a Don, always shinin' like the fuckin' sun (Skrrt, skrrt)
I get bitches sprung, swingin' wood like I'm Barry Bond
Ain't for none, I stick to my gun like a piece of gum (Grrah, pow-pow-pow)
From the slums, I need every crumb like a fuckin' bum
Bitch I ain't the one talkin' dumb, I cut out ya tounge
When I up this gun better run like you're Forrest Gump
(Grrah, pow-pow-pow)
No Hooks
Bitch
A West United shit ****
Written by: Anthony Beecham, Bill Hullett
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