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letra de the paper cuts - gold poundz

[chorus: gold poundz]
addicted to the money, that’s my first love (my first love)
addicted to the hustle, that’s my first drug (my first drug)
love will get you k!lled, so we hurt love (we hurt love)
sh-t, love will get you k!lled, so we hurt love
sh-t, addicted to the money, that’s my first love (my first love)
sh-t, addicted to the hustle, that’s my first drug (my first drug)
sh-t, love will get you k!lled, so we hurtin’ love
sh-t, love will get you k!lled, so i’m hurtin’ love

[verse 1: gold poundz]
love will get you k!lled, loyalty’ll murder you
when it come to sk!lls, my lyrics’ll get surgical
n-gga do it all for the fame, but they ain’t heard o’ you
i be spittin’ dope, man i’m ’bout to make a serve or two
close the show, rip the curtains, too (rip the curtains down)
i’m at the top, that’s a perfect view
k!ll a rapper after a rapper, might need a he-rs- or two
they double crossed me, now i gotta curse the booth
this my funeral flow, they need a perfect suit
i ain’t never seen a lie; ever heard the truth
murder was the case they gave me, but i ain’t snoop
yo’ flow convertible, you couldn’t touch the roof
b-tch, i’m bishop, you know i got the f-ckin’ juice
wolves in the kitchen, “don’t even try to touch my suit”
n-ggas f-ckin’ up, ain’t got the recipe (nah)
i need my bread quick, i’m talkin’ nestle
the game foul, slap the sh-t out the referee (pow)
give ’em lead, number two pencil; just for testin’ me (why try)
you not a stand-up guy, you need to take a seat
these bird n-ggas talkin’ reckless until i break they beak
alphabetical order; let the a.k. speak
you not a hustler, you like the son of meech
you n-ggas sweet; “plum or peach?”
it’s time to air ’em out, you can’t trust a leak
i put my blood in it, can’t trust a leech
when the wolves’ hungry, you can’t trust the leash (let it go)
he talkin’ funny, he got a stutter speech
he was never in the field, we couldn’t trust his cleats
[verse 2: jet 2]
couldn’t run wit’ me in the field, you get banged
goin’ for the gold, use the medal just to strangle ya
that’s personal, gold got the gold tangled up
gold and k-smoove wit’ me on a jet out to canada
we done ran it up and wrang the necks of all our challengers
finna make a million off o’ turnin’ on a camera
even when i was broke, my b-tches was still glamorous
couldn’t doubt myself, ’cause i knew that sh-t was just cancerous
gotta look inside and do the math to find yo’ answers
leave a note outside yo’ doorkn-b askin’ for the ransom
and it’s gon’ be a lot of horror; you don’t have the answer, n-gga
sl!ck with the blade like i’m dexter
i mastered extra moves like a dancer wit’ it
i could twirl the sh-t around my hand and stick it
and re-cl!ck it; twist it and ensure
that the villain has hit the floor
i beat the mission
opposing team in critical condition
o point five, gon’ need a miracle to win it
we’ on live, and they gon’ watch us make a ticket, mm
that’s m.gold, and b-tch the m is meanin’ millions
that’s enclosed, i slid the letter in and sealed it, what up

[verse 3: k-smoove]
what up, yeah
smoove untouchable, n-gga, word to pusha t
been dream chasin’ in the maybach, bass loud like meek
n-ggas been lyin’, they ain’t practicin’ what they preach
went from snow winters to workin’ out on a beach
was told a long time ago, this sh-t ain’t for the weak
i stick with the truth in my roots, you n-ggas make believe
team full of wolves and we huntin’ down every sheep
times that we’re locked in, it’s a guarantee these n-ggas sleep
trash rappers, that’s that sh-t that make me grit my t–th
smoove and i’m locked in, they gon’ say that he’s a beast
feelin’ blessed, n-gga, and a n-gga ain’t even sneeze
here to take it all, they gon’ say that a n-gga cheat
a chef in the kitchen, you n-ggas can’t stand the heat
say my name, n-gga, just know that i call defeat
talkin’ tough, n-gga? you the type that’s gon’ call police
tryna own it all, n-gga i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a lease
word to busta rhymes and janet, “what’s it gonna be?”
if i come to conquer, my n-gga, i ain’t gonna leave
if it’s really up, for real, we ain’t gotta speak (at all)
[chorus: gold poundz]
addicted to the money, that’s my first love (my first love)
addicted to the hustle, that’s my first drug (my first drug)
love will get you k!lled, so we hurtin’ love (we hurt love)
sh-t, love will get you k!lled, so we hurtin’ love
sh-t, addicted to the money, that’s my first love (my first love)
sh-t, addicted to the hustle, that’s my first drug (my first drug)
sh-t, love will get you k!lled, so we hurtin’ love
sh-t, love will get you k!lled, so we hurtin’ love

[verse 4: gold poundz]
they been sleepin’ too long, it’s time for me to wake ’em up
earthquake flow, sh-t, it’s time for me to shake ’em up
relationship in the game, i’ma break ’em up
touch so much money, surprised i don’t got paper cuts (f-ck)
this game ain’t free, you can’t pay for us (nah)
they hung my jersey up clean, you couldn’t play for us (nah)
this hard work, n-gga, you can’t pay for luck
they want a’ album, i guess i gotta tape ’em up
(mixtape n-gga!)

- gold poundz

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