Paper - BlueBucksClan & Bino Rideaux: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

BlueBucksClan & Bino Rideaux

Paper

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Paper adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Out The Blue Records tarafından 6 Aralık 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıPaper - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümPaper - Single

Çıkış Tarihi6 Aralık 2024

FirmaOut The Blue Records

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM100

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

BlueBucksClan

Performer

Brandon Rainey

Vocals

Deon Hawkins Jr.

Deon Hawkins Jr.

Vocals

Jaylar Abram Jr.

Jaylar Abram Jr.

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brandon Rainey

Songwriter

Deon Hawkins Jr.

Deon Hawkins Jr.

Songwriter

Jaylar Abram Jr.

Jaylar Abram Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Tha EastieBoyz

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Look, big risk-taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a bitch maker

Mix the Metro gas with the Tris flavor, broke bitch, I'll turn it to a trick player

Scammer bitch, bands bustin' out the slip paper

You need a real fan, all these **** temp tapers

Young **** poppin' like he dropped the pimp paper

Young **** poppin' like he popped a seal paper

Ah, ah, pop it like he cocked the G-lock

Hot, make her back it here, that pussy heat rock

Foreign bitch, make her pour a margarita

I keep steppin' on my line, makin' pink walk

I'ma catch him by surprisе like a beat drop

He a runnеr, sit on the floor 'til his feet stop

Yeah, I might put the homies on, yeah, he sweet watchin' (yeah, he sweet)

'Wood steamin', this shit screamin' like a teapot (like a teapot)

Leave the club with hoes, ain't enough seats, watch (ain't enough seats, watch)

Doin' all that hatin', never got no farther (all that hate)

Baby-ass chain, same one I got my daughter (I got my daughter)

**** pourin' half of lines, **** sippin' water (sippin' water)

In the cut faded, I be high as Vince Carter (high as Vince Carter)

Ten bottles, told the bottle girls, "We don't want no sparklin'" (we don't want no sparklin')

I keep M's on my fuckin' mind, ****, we all Martians (we all Martians)

Swear to God she on a full ride, she don't get no partial (full ride)

I left her there so many times, where the fuck my daughter? (Where my daughter?)

Remember beefin' with the landlord, that **** cut my water (**** broke)

I been catchin' plays, so many yards, I feel like Travis Hunter (Travis Hunter)

**** ain't believe that I could score, they used to bet the under (they ain't believe)

You better not ever leave my side, girl, you my bread and butter (you better not leave)

I can never see who changed on me, feel like Stevie Wonder (I can't see)

We ain't been seein' eye-to-eye, you got me sippin' syrup (sippin' syrup)

Look, big risk-taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a bitch maker

Mix the Metro gas with the Tris flavor, broke bitch, I'll turn it to a trick player

Scammer bitch, bands bustin' out the slip paper

You need a real fan, all these **** temp tapers

Young **** poppin' like he dropped the pimp paper

Young **** poppin' like he popped a seal paper

Look, big risk-taker, your mama oughta be ashamed, she a bitch maker

Broke bitch, I'll turn it to a trick player

You need a real fan, all these **** temp tapers

Young **** poppin' like he dropped the pimp paper

Written by: Bino Rideaux, Deon Hawkins Jr., Jaylar Abram Jr.

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