letra de paper - ot7 quanny
[verse 1: paco panama]
dog ass n-gga, with some dog ass ways
now it’s five-star ‘telly’s, but i still love them hallways
i still love them raw sales, and how they all smell
when you cook, this ain’t for rooks or no halfway crooks
that sh-t we did around the wave going in the record books
n-gga, f-ck the record deal, i don’t mean no disrespect
but that’s just how a n-gga feel (that’s how i feel)
especially if they ain’t talkin’ ’bout a couple mil’, n-gga, yeah
sh-t get real, couple million of them streams
call me young phil, every year we getting rings
but i ain’t ever switchin’ teams, waited for my time to come
got me feeling like a ne-yo, when he found out he the one
my young n-gga feel like nas, he said he got himself a gun
he gon’ make something shake, send oxy’ to the store
we need more than a place
we started out with— shh, but ended up then the h
if i never serve you, then you got to smoke it in my face
if i finessed you out your sh-t, at least i did that sh-t with grace
he say i ain’t the one, that sh-t you smokin’ must be laced
he say i ain’t the one, then he must be smokin’ base
[verse 2: ot7 quanny]
i’m on the breast just like i’m tommy bunz
i like hunnids, i’ll take twenties if that’s how it come
i’ll whip that work just like it stole something
way before i was a rapper, i was road runnin’
this a thousand eight grams, these ain’t no bowls, cousin
you should see my f-ckin’ face, sh-t, when the law is coming
a hundred fifty in all cash, i got it vacuum sealed
put you in the f-ckin’ box, now he a happy meal
a hundred racks in all hundreds, yeah, i been savin’ mines
yeah, this year our year, this n-ggas favorite line
yeah, i whip that work like kunta kinte
i just made a thirty-clip, it ain’t even wednesday
ery’body gon’ take a loss ’cause that’s part of the game
sh-t, i even remember when i ain’ even had nothing to my name
i got a twenty band play, i made it real quick
we puttin’ belts to ass, it’s just like lil’ chris
my granny found a .62 sitting inside her couch
she made me pack and get the f-ck out the house
[outro: paco panama]
dog ass n-gga, with some dog ass ways
now it’s five-star ‘telly’s, but i still love them hallways
i still love them raw sales, and how they all smell
when you cook, this ain’t for rooks or no halfway crooks
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