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letra de flavors - mjpaid

[intro]
(ooh, you a real mitten, baby)
d-mn, b-tches, they be chasin’ me, but i be chasin’ paper

[verse 1]
d-mn, b-tches, they be chasin’ me, but i be chasin’ paper (bands)
you don’t bring no banks, b-tch, don’t ask me for no favors (ho)
you won’t catch me trippin’ ’bout no b-tch, i got flavors (huh)
she ain’t used to n-ggas with some pape’, i’m her favorite
i can’t wait to f-ckin’ tell my mama that i made it
i know that he f-cked up, he postin’ on occasion (lame)
seal on the pint, ooh, let me taste it
how the f-ck i turn a clear pop to jamaican? (sh-t)
i remember paid had to fake it ’til he made it (d-mn)
sh-t don’t happen overnight, where the f-ck your patience? (n-gga)
on my neck all rails, call me jaylen
eatin’ off the punch, f-ck it, i’ma tip the waitress (f-ck it)
tell a b-tch i love her when i’m f-ckin’, but i’m fakin’
no cap, ask boogz, b-tch, we burnin’ down dayton
ever spilt your cup? swear that sh-t be heartbreakin’ (f-ck)
$cam left his brothers, sh-t left my heart achin’
d-mn, bad b-tches in and out the tele, this the suite life (suite)
ten bands in the denim of my jeans tight
f-ckin’ with the coin, big bro the west v type (west v type)
b-tch, i looked up to unc’, couldn’t be mine
blue hundreds mixed with pink fifties when i go and [?]
30 keepin’ one up top, ain’t the goin’ type
paid go and put that sh-t up, ain’t the showin’ type
tell me where you wanna go, i let the ho decide
it’s eight hundred on my feet, and it’s certified
boa, check the claims, i got no denials
she like, “do i got a b-tch?” ho, i go at chimes
b-tch, i go at chimes
used to couldn’t tell you where i’m headin’, but i’m knowin’ now (i’m knowin’ now)
n-gga
popped out with all f-ckin’ blues, i’m reportin’ live (reportin’ life)
[interlude]
used to couldn’t tell you where i’m goin’, sh-t, i’m knowin’ now
n-gga
used to couldn’t get this sh-t i want, i can afford it now

[verse 2]
ain’t no upper playin’, your cheap-ass soda bent
boy, go and get this sh-t yourself, ain’t no holdin’ hands
nyc, pink 10, plus i got a bed
n-gga, go and run that sh-t up, don’t you got some legs?

[outro]
ain’t sh-t stoppin’ you from runnin’ that sh-t up, young n-gga
go and get this sh-t
you can do this sh-t, don’t let a n-gga tell you you can’t
672 sh-t
dog sh-t militia
rip $cam, rip $cams, gang

- mjpaid

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