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letra de paper - boss merchata

i need my paper
ain’t no time for waitin’
b-tch i’m the boss
n0body mistaken
i need some lovers
i’m tired of hatin’
many long nights
got me feelin real faded

if your girl fine
she gonna get taken
she takin’ tips
like she is a waitress
they wanna be me
cause merchata the greatest
on my way to the top
b-tch i’m young rich and famous

ain’t no time for waitin’
don’t f-ck with no hoes
lost all my patience
that sh-t out the door
if you hear shots
you drop to the floor
i took out my glock
now i gotta’ reload
i am the king
all my whips spotless
20 foreign girls
and they is all topless
i trust n0body
and always stay cautious
my friends stay cappin’
even whеn they promised

dripped out in prada
on my way to thе top
if they want the action
they gotta’ be stopped
stay out my way
if you is an opp
if merchata in the song
you know its a bop

im always winnin’
not planin’ to loose
don’t talk sh-t
or i pull up with goons
when you like me
they gone try to use
ima blow like a bomb
that can’t be diffused
the sh-t that you say
never be painful
tired of b-tches
and all this betrayal
i don’t take sh-t for granite
i’m always faithful
no i’m not signed
to no record label

i keep the real ones close
cause the fake ones gone fold
committed a felony
wiped his nose
i ain’t ever gone
sell my soul
so much ice
that i had a cold

it’s funny how b-tches
be doin the most
flights every week
going coast to coast
the pill didn’t work
then double the dose
you wanna be a king?
start takin notes
i’m up next
and you ain’t even close
i’m rapping better than
half the “goats”
i’m done with this sh-t
i stole your b-tch
you pulled up to fight
now you want in my clique
only 14
i’m still a young jit
already got grown b-tches
fiending for d-ck
i’m passin’ bricks
got a stick wit’ a d-ck
so much drip
got me feelin’ sea sick
my songs come on
they never get skipped
i don’t gotta’ trap
to hit a l!ck

merchata’s the goat
merchata’s up next
merchata’s the king b-tch
no means to flex
don’t throw shade hoe
show your respects
talk sh-t and
you gone’ regret

the haters gone’ hate
but they still gone listen
my music like vape
cause it h-lla’ addictive
when this sh-t release
it’s gone’ be like christmas
b-tch ass hoe
we don’t need your opinion
if you can’t take the heat
then social distance (b-tch)

i need my paper
ain’t no time for waitin’
b-tch i’m the boss
n0body mistaken
i need some lovers
i’m tired of hatin’
many long nights
got me feelin real faded

if your girl fine
she gonna get taken
she takin’ tips
like she is a waitress
they wanna be me
cause merchata the greatest
on my way to the top
b-tch i’m young rich and famous

ain’t no time for waitin’
don’t f-ck with no hoes
lost all my patience
that sh-t out the door
if you hear shots
you drop to the floor
i took out my glock
now i gotta’ reload

you talked the sh-t
i pulled up with a glizzy’
i need the bag and the fame
so give me
a paycheck on cloths
that don’t even fit me
they know i’m the goat
so they stay ridin’ with me

i got the gucci
the louis the fendi
when i get signed
i’ll pull up in the bentleys
i got the 50s
you pick up pennies
i’m makin’ m’s
while you workin’ at wendy’s

on my way up
yeah they see how um comin
can’t handle the smoke
but know that i’m stuntin’
i do the most
and you still bummin”
did the race like tay-k
i’m still runnin

don’t call me the goat
for no muf-ckin’ reason
this track so fire
in court for some treason
shootin’ shots
keep the bullets leakin’
no sleep got me tweakin’

like polo g
i pop out at yo party
i meant what i said
so i’m not sayin sorry
time goes by fast
like i’m swervin’ a rari
if i go missing
goons search like safari

i got tunnel vision
i know imma make
when i see the bag
f-ck friends, imma take it
i flex forreal
i ain’t ever gone fake it
that’s why

i need my paper
ain’t no time for waitin’
b-tch i’m the boss
n0body mistaken
i need some lovers
i’m tired of hatin’
many long nights
got me feelin real faded

if your girl fine
she gonna get taken
she takin’ tips
like she is a waitress
they wanna be me
cause merchata the greatest
on my way to the top
b-tch i’m young rich and famous

ain’t no time for waitin’
don’t f-ck with no hoes
lost all my patience
that sh-t out the door
if you hear shots
you drop to the floor
i took out my glock
now i gotta’ reload

- boss merchata

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