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"Paper" is a track by Freddie Gibbs, from the album ESGN (Evil Seeds Grow Naturally), released 23rd March 2013. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] Uh Yeah Gangsta Gibbs, Gangsta Gibbs, Gangsta Gibbs Gangsta Gibbs Uh, yeah, Gangsta Gibbs Uh, yeah, bitch, Gangsta Gibbs Uh, yeah, for sure, yeah [Chorus: YB] With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] On the mic, bitch, and I’m nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I’m on that Mike shit Straight thug, nigga, most of my life spent Was on the black top working that white, bitch Shit, it was just five hundred for the zip then Got a plug and my homeboy chipped in I was cuttin' seventeen when I bagged up Pyrex, work your motherfuckin' wrist in Too turnt up to be turnt down That's why the kush forest get burnt down I got a muddy cup of that Texas dope and that good smoke from that Oaktown Bitch, hundred pounds of the goods, what it cost? Hit 'em with the ski mask, they get lost I don't trick on these hoes, but I will pay your broke bitch to back up off me Drop them drawers, ho, fuck all that talking House on my neck, I call that balling True shit, it ain't shit like a new bitch, my old hoes, I don't call that often Drop them drawers, ho, fuck all that talking House on my neck, I call that balling True shit, it ain't shit like a new bitch Old hoes, I don't call that often [Chorus: YB] With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, I hit her two weeks ago (For sure) Got head in the Jeep before (For sure) Straight bop with that sloppy top (Uh-huh), man, this bitch was a freaky ho (For sure) Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke (Uh-huh) Hurry up, let me beat it, though (Uh-huh) When she ask me to eat it (Uh-huh) I told her, take it or leave it, ho 'Cause this pimping shit in my bones (Uh) Million cash on my mind, bitch Snowflakes on that stove, dope fiends on my line, bitch (For sure) Straight hand to hand East side, on my land, I'm the man Learned how to chef up them cookies, gotta let 'em to dry by the fan We keep that chopped up in plastic (Yeah) Gotta find a new place to stash it Once I ran through my pack, hit the club, balled out like a draft pick Keep that chopped up in plastic Gotta find a new place to stash it Once I ran through my pack Hit the club, balled out like a draft pick [Chorus: YB] With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke [Outro: Big Time Watts] Hey, man, I'ma tell you somethin', motherfucker You want beef with me? Motherfucker, you don't want no beef with me, b— baby, I'm your motherfuckin' uncle Man, you lil' bitch-made motherfucker I raised your lil' bitch ass, nigga, you don't want no beef with me I'm telling you I'm Big Time motherfuckin' Watts I'll meet your bitch ass outside right now, bitch I raised your lil' punk ass I'll meet you outside right now, bitch You and your goons On 14th at the park Now, you wanna do it? You wanna do it with me, bitch? I'll meet your bitch ass outside— I raised your bitch ass You lil' punk Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, let's talk Let's talk now, bitch I'll get your motherfuckin' ass fucked up runnin' around out here You know, I got— I got pistols too Now how you wanna roll? You wanna roll hard or you wanna roll soft, bitch? Nah, punk, lil' punk-ass motherfucker Don't call me talkin' that bullshit Well, I'll meet you at the park right now You lil' bitch, I'll call me and my brothers And I'll best you Who gon' run now? Your asses, you punk Motherfucker, I raised you like a puppy, baby No, don't come here like that, man I will fuck your ass up Punk-ass nigga, I don't give a fuck who you is Freddie Gibbs Man, I raised your bitch— You a bitch, B Now, come on down, you and your boys I'll, I'll have my boys right now 'Cause who gon' win? You lil' bitch Don't call me— Don't call me with that bullshit
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