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letra de paper - chief keef

[partial hook: gucci mane]
i ain’t really havin’ no paper problems
man i’m just tryna get paper
that young n-gga that got a paper problem
he can’t get to no paper
i ain’t never had no paper problems
n-gga i been gettin’ paper
that young n-gga got a paper problem
cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
paper, man i got so much paper
don’t smoke my weed in papers
don’t buy blunts that got flavors, nah

[verse 1: gucci mane]
i just touched down in jamaica, i’ma try to smoke two acres
send a n-gga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya
f-ck the n-gga and the b-tch that made ya
you ain’t really doing nothing major
gotta e-40 water extendo, like 40 40 water
big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds
sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that molly
ballin’ in the vi-, don’t i look so icy
i need to go to rehab, addicted to ferrari’s
my rose gold rollie like brrrrr n-gga
my yellow gold rollie, brrrrr, brrrrr, n-gga
i concur that you’re not real n-gga
so man i don’t even wanna deal wit ya
and the n-ggas that you with is some b-tch n-ggas
cause they know you lame and they still with ya
one to get ya then i’m comin’ to get ya
when i shoot n-gga it ain’t hard to hit ya n-gga

[full hook: gucci mane]
i ain’t really havin’ no paper problems
man i’m just tryna get paper
that young n-gga that got a paper problem
he can’t get to no paper
i ain’t never had no paper problems
n-gga i been gettin’ paper
that young n-gga got a paper problem
cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
paper, man i got so much paper
don’t smoke my weed in papers
don’t buy blunts that got flavors, nah
paper, paper, man i got so much paper
that young n-gga got a paper problem
cause he ain’t never had no paper, paper, paper

[verse 2: chief keef]
they like sosa, why you runnin’ thru 100 thousand?
i ain’t never had no paper
i ain’t ‘wop, i ain’t jay, but i was making 500 every day
make one call send a stain that’s caper problem
caper gone pull that k
run in your house, where your safe
anything to get that cake
in the club wilin’
make it rain in this b-tch cause it’s hot and b-tches crowded
let a n-gga try me
f-ck around, f-ck around, f-ck around, f-ck around
and meet his thottie
smokin’ on a fattie
and my pocket is a fattie
all i f-ck with is fettys
boy hope you ready
coming real hard like the g that’s after the ‘a’in spaghetti
i’m wearin’ lunatics, i don’t do nelly
hey, i’m rolling and i don’t know kelly
racks up in my jeans and i don’t know billie
walked up in saks, throwin’ up racks, they smell me

[full hook: gucci mane]

- chief keef

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