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Paper Chase
Hip-Hop/Rap
Paper Chase was released on January 19, 2024 by Run The World as a part of the album N.F.A
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AlbumN.F.A
Release DateJanuary 19, 2024
LabelRun The World
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Custom Motion
Custom Motion
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ozzy Naranjo
Ozzy Naranjo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dedhartt
dedhartt
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, yeah
This bitch crazy
I don't chase no bitch
I'm chasing paper on the daily, uh
She wanna fuck, she tried to make me
Baby I don't want you
You the one who played me, uh
Uh yeah
This bitch crazy
I don't chase no bitch
I'm chasing paper on the daily, uh
She wanna fuck, she tried to make me
Baby I don't want you
You the one who played me, uh uh
She hurt me, my heart ain't the same
It's dead I should be in the grave
I can't love, don't expect me to stay
I can't go for a hoe they want fame
Three, two, one, I'm on go in a Range
I hit the stu and I drop the same day
I'm going up every drop it's a bang
Bang! Bang! uh
Gang gang
Walk around cold ice
Let it hang hang
Baby we can make a movie like Kim K
And Ray J, fuck what they say aye
Don't hate, aye
Bae you only finna hate, cause I'm great aye
You don't think that I'll be great, just wait wait
Aye aye
You be ripping up my heart, like a Beyblade
(Okay aye)
Bae you never listen got me yelling from the kitchen
You better pay attention 'fore you wake up to me missing
I'll find a better bitch who make it messy when she lick it
She make her way to me, she going ninety, fuck a ticket
Brand new watch on the wrist
Watch it glisten
Imma chase money
Everyday I'm on a mission
Real good sex
Yeah she loving how I hit it
Damn I gotta go
I heard her man here in a minute
And the watch on the wrist
Is a Richard
Ice froze, fro zone
It's a blizzard
It be cold in the summer
And the winter
How the hell did I get this litter
She gimme cat, but said I'm trash
I guess I'm litter
She hate lighting
So I made the room dimmer
I gave her pipe
And she would swallow like it's dinner
I shot the kids on her face
No trigger, uh
Uh yeah
This bitch crazy
I don't chase no bitch
I'm chasing paper on the daily, uh
She wanna fuck, she tried to make me
Baby I don't want you
You the one who played me, uh uh
She hurt me, my heart ain't the same
It's dead I should be in the grave
I can't love, don't expect me to stay
I can't go for a hoe they want fame
Three, two, one, I'm on go in a Range
I hit the stu and I drop the same day
I'm going up every drop it's a bang
Bang! Bang!
Umm
Why the fuck you tried to change me
Baby you was toxic
There ain't no debating, uh uh
I heard you can't replace me
Bitch I wish you could cause you be
On my ass hating, uh
And baby
Lately I've been thinking bout you, uh
Uh, like baby
Don't you miss when it was me and you, uh uh
I miss when I was loved
But there wasn't love
There was never real love
Your love was faker than that shit
On your TV
I go eat my bacon
Right after I count my cheese
And after I eat my food
I brush my teeth and then I leave
I got time to spare for money
I got no time for no treesh
People peeping how I hustle
They gon peep I'm pushing P
I really dropped Not From Atlanta
My smashes still on repeat
I told her bend that ass over
I'm finna smash her and mark her cheeks
I do not play bout my money
I got my cash before a thing
(I know I used to be bummy)
(But now my clothes could pay your ring)
(That bitch would look at me funny)
(And then right after give a wink)
Written by: Ozzy Naranjo
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