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letra de $cvrfvc6 - blokka $olo

gettin’ paper
gettin’ paper
gettin’ paper
gettin’ paper

[chynna mane]
veil over eyes
only got smoke in mine
no smoke and mirrors you can never fake my f-cking life
this sh-t get too real
too many times i almost died
the nerves in my face still ain’t motherf-cking right
so i get high
so so so high
i never lost my mind
in god’s hands i put my life
i’m moving through the strife
feels like a movie i won’t die
i’m up every night sending smoke to the sky
i’m a papеr chaser
got the block on fire
rеmaining a g
until the moment i expire
you know what it is
we made something out of nothing
let the rest all burn
i’m posted up saying f-ck em

[blokka $olo]

on my grind out getting paper cuz that’s what it’s gotta be
n-ggas hating on my heart because they ain’t as hot as me
daddy tells me that it’s cancer all this rain, it’s waters deep
so i’mma do just what it takes and the whole family all gon’ eat
b-tches recognize in public while their n-gga’s d-gg-n’ me
still gon’ give that b-tch a picture, yeah b-tch holler at a g
i can’t lie it don’t feel real, but that’s the way it has to be
so much opp smoke in my lungs but n-ggas still gon’ pass to me
on my on my own it’s twilight zone
my n-gga don’t call my phone
wish that i could open my eyes and my baby coming home
wish that i could change a few things and then all the pain was gone
i don’t like adjusting to fame and this doesn’t feel like home
maybe we could wake up and this will all be a dream
maybe i’m just living in h-ll please god rescue me
heard that jesus moved around with k!llers, some wh0res, and some thieves
hope that he could forgive my sins for this gangster live that i lead
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[k!lls-d-st]

all these b-tches back home they keep talking
f-cking with my songs but shawty you can keep walking
i been with the gvng, baby whatchu’ be wanting?
b-tch we bout to blow up why the f-ck you be calling?
fake b-tches back at home and sh-t when you know you balling
f-cking with my lil shawty, other b-tches be toxic
only care about my d-ck, don’t care about my conscious
they don’t give a f-ck if i be dead or if i be walking

gettin’ paper
gettin’ paper
gettin’ paper
gettin’ paper

[gucci deuca]

“ayo it’s f-cking deuca and sh-t
i was thinking about it the other day and i noticed i ain’t got no sh-t on your f-cking tape and sh-t yeah let me throw this sh-t on there then
ayo we still bout it bout
it’s f-cking six side
big gucci deuca”

- blokka olo

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