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Babyface Ray & Jack Harlow - Paperwork Party
Dj S.R.
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(Trapboy3k)
Yeah, yeah
Still be sippin' that shit when it's flyin' cars and shit, ayy (313 Mafia)
Paperwork party (I'm good on the paperwork nigga)
Paperwork party (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paperwork party (paperwork party)
Paperwork party (paperwork party)
I'm good on the paperwork (I'm good)
Wake up out a lean coma, go straight to work (there)
Nigga, crack the seal for me, let me taste it first (let me taste it)
Nigga, blow that shit, I never seen a money truck chase a hearse (on my life)
Shit fucked up for him, he'll snatch a purse
I was just talkin' to the broker, tryna snatch a vert (I was tryin')
Cuz told me stop rapping, but the rapping work
He was tryna put me on game how the vacuum work (I get it)
I don't wanna party (uh-uh)
That paper forever on my mind, I'm retarded (forever)
I ain't have a clue it'd be this when it started (mhm)
The price of a blue raise up when you fallen (facts)
Nigga need to drip water, went and got my piece watered, I be on it sleepwalkin'
So many blues on me, I feel like C-walking (look like)
When Siri give directions, I imagine Reek talkin'
Nigga, I'm tryna keep ballin'
Dog-walk bitches, I should put a leash on 'em (bitches)
I ain't need liquor, put a half a P on her (bitch)
No limit to this shit, I'm like Master P on 'em (uh)
Fuck them Diors, lil' pass a G for 'em (fuck it)
Ain't none of this my plan, what you mad at me for? (Uh-uh)
Super smacked, shootin' there and shootin' back
I need a mansion in the hills, coupe to match (the coupe)
Raymond
Paperwork party (paperwork party, paperwork party)
Paperwork party
I got a bitch that's doing SBA scams
Bitches gettin' hacked and now they postin' Ray-Bans
Shows got banned but I still made bands
In the Deep South, clubs open, shaking hands
Baby work it out, buss it open, make it dance
Looking through my DMs, it's a lot of naked fans
Asking me to link, begging me to take a chance
I don't hit 'em back, but I gotta take a glance
Ferragamo shoes, Prada made the pants
I'ma take a jet, spend a holiday in France
She know I can touch it with the operation hands
That's real steady
Took her to the spot, lil' mani', lil' pedi'
Got a good heart but she just a lil' petty
Neck pains 'cause the chain hangin' real heavy
Used to walk to Kroger's for a box of Lil Debbies
Smokin' on CBD she thought it was Reggie (it's good though)
Paperwork party (I'm good on the paperwork nigga)
Paperwork party (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paperwork party
Yeah, nigga think the feds on him
Got locked, he ain't even have no bail money
Pick my daughter up from school, she say I smell funny
Dirty Sprite, exotics, and Chanel on me
Ayy, playin' in that field, it get real for you
They ain't up a pint, let's get real muddy
You don't need a deal, just some pill junkies
Don't leave him with too much, he'll steal from you
Yeah, my raps real, you cap still, need an act deal
Dropped the pint, broke the glass just like Shaq did
What you got? Where your racks? What your stats is?
(I love you Trapboy)
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