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letra de paperroute freestyle - 34jay

(paperroute empire)
(let’s go)
who get the money, and stack it and flip it?
(let’s go)
who get the money, and stack it and flip it?
(let’s go)
who get the money, and stack it and flip it?
(let’s go, let’s go)
(aye)
who get the money, and stack it and flip it?
(crank up)
who get the money, and stack it and flip it?
(crank up)
who get the money, and stack it and flip it?

who get the money, and stack it and flip it?
we had the junkies turnt up in the kitchen
(in the kitchen)
foreign car, pushing two-hunnid and fifty
(two-fifty)
never leave home, unless i got the bl!cky
(the bl!cky)
she wanna f-ck, cause her n-gga been missing
(on god)
i burnt her head, cause young n-gga was dissing
(i burnt it)
n-ggas don’t like me, but they gotta listen
(gotta listen)
i’m the big homie that give out the missions
(no cap)
i’m beo, really standing on business
you let yo man die, and turnt to a witness
i got some ops, that i’m never forgiving
(never)
f-ck all the peace, n-gga we with the k!lling
(k!lling)
tony montanaa, gone shoot while i’m living
(while i’m living)
i’m moving low, so you won’t catch me slipping
(yeahh)
grape on the beat, got the crips f-cking wit it
(big grape)
just got the call from p mula, we winning
(we winning)
this not the end, n-gga we just beginning
f-ck up the road, she get wet for the engine
highspeed chase, even on foot imma win it
(imma winner)
heard n-ggas biting, need to visit a dentist
(a dentist)
so f-cking hard, now they stealing my image
(my image)
i’m on the paper route, you up the road
i know some homies gone give up they soul
(they soul)
gas in a trashbag, just sitting by the stove
ain’t f-cking with trashbagg, that n-gga a hoe
(he a hoe)
shoutout montanaa, my n-gga fasho
(montanaa)
before i back up, imma up it and blow
(and blow)
we in the club, so we bucking the show
posting them guns, but you really a hoe
(you a hoe)
if you get all the bucks, then come be 34
and it’s money, before i go up for a hoe
(for a hoe)
and the only place my ops go, is down below
and i feel just like dolph, when he first touched a boe
(like dolph) (a boe)
and i’m so gangstafied, that i never will fold
icy baguettes why a n-gga look froze
(i’m froze)
they bump some three fo, and said that n-gga cold
(three fo)
but whatever he say, sound like it’s out the stove
how you walk with the gang, but didn’t get up the road
half these n-ggas be feds, i swear that to my soul
(on god)
i just dropped a whole hunnid, to run up the sco
(a whole hunnid)
i don’t do this for fun, i let these n-ggas know
(nah fr)
and i don’t need a gun, my lil homie gone blow
(my homie)
but i stay with a stick, cause you never can know on god
(three fo)
(three fo sh-t, no hoe sh-t)
(double t p sh-t)
(no cap, three fo sh-t)
(no cap)
(no cap)
(aye)
(nah fr)

- 34jay

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