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PAPER!
Hip-Hop/Rap
PAPER! was released on July 30, 2025 by Shïnï Gäng as a part of the album PAPER! - Single
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Release DateJuly 30, 2025
LabelShïnï Gäng
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Flex
Yung Flex
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niguel Deloatch
Niguel Deloatch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evildoer
Evildoer
Producer

Lyrics

All I care 'bout is that paper, bitch
I'm in the cut like a taper, bitch
Real **** shit, I ain't with all the faking, bitch
Ugh, I'm on my grind like a fakie smith
Bad lil bitch on the dick and she taping it
Brand new wood, cop a zip, put an eighth in it
Roll it up, spark it, plus you know I'm facing it
I just be cooling, don't got time for hating, bitch
Ugh
Blowing that gas and I'm feeling amazing
Bitch I'm bluefacing, his pockets is vacant
I'm on that same shit, don't gotta say shit
That **** hate me, I don't even blame him
I'm in the back and I'm high as inflation
I'm with his bitch and we having relations
That **** tough, but I'm using quotations
We not the same, we not even adjacent
Ugh, ugh
**** be making me sick like Ne-Yo
I put like 3-0 inside of the three four
Glock put that boy in the sky like Iyo
He fade away, when I shoot its a three though
Ugh, I'm sending shots like Tito's
Be what you want, but you ain't gon' be me though
To keep it a hundred, just gon' be a zero
Ugh
I up the choppa, he running a four flat
**** be bitching like go take a Prozac
I come around, you ain't getting your hoe back
Fuck **** stuck in the past like a throwback
**** my sons, and you fuck **** know that
Hope you up quick, cause I shoot like a Kodak
Fuck up my wrist when that motherfucker blow back, ugh
I up the switch and it sound like its glitching
I'm feeling like Max, keep a pole like I'm fishing
And if you ain't the gang, I don't fuck with the vision
Like motherfuck the fame, tryna ball like a Piston
Like run this shit back if your ass ain't been listening
I wet his block like a motherfucking christening
I'm with his bitch and she giving it up
If you ain't Shini, ain't kicking shit, ugh
**** be bitch, I don't know what to say
That's okay, I'm only here for the pay
Spitting that real, I ain't come here to play
How the fuck else imma get to the pape?
V12 money truck, I'm finna race
I never gave a fuck, pick up the pace
**** can't be me, start pumping the brakes
Bitch I'm the best, you cant even debate
Ugh, ugh
Back in this bitch off the medical
**** be snitching, these **** be federal
Choppa gon' cut him in half like a decimal
Knocking that **** straight off of his pedestal
Ugh, he want the smoke, then it's plentiful
**** gon' make me do something regrettable
I cannot fuck with these **** in general
All I care 'bout is that paper, bitch
I'm in the cut like a taper, bitch
Real **** shit, I ain't with all the faking, bitch
Ugh, I'm on my grind like a fakie smith
Bad lil bitch on the dick and she taping it
Brand new wood, cop a zip, put an eighth in it
Roll it up, spark it, plus you know I'm facing it
I just be cooling, don't got time for hating, bitch
Written by: Niguel Deloatch
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