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letra de paper - quisi laflare

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aye quis, stop that

ayo, synthetic

(hook)

it’s the paper (you’re in trouble)

i swear it’s something bout this paper (money)

if we ever make a plan and i get paid

i’ll see you later (bye, b-tch)

i know she turned her back on me

i’m rolling blunts yes this a facer (gas)

off this gas i’m really fried

it’s like we smoking tots n taters (quisi)

we don’t need expensive cars (skrrrrr)

but i’m lightning n-ggas is mater
she been crying say it scarred her

she’s weird because i ain’t make her (ain’t make her)

if he run up that’s on god (on god)

i might help him meet his maker (maker)

and she loves it here a lot

cause with me she say she feel so safer (quisi)

(verse)

the same one i called friends

i loved them but now i hate ‘em (i hate)

all these demons on my back (my back)

i’m running, n i can’t shake ‘em (i’m out!)

i can’t treat ‘em like a blunt (gas)

i’m sorry i just can’t face ‘em (can’t face them)
all the chances that i missed

i’m sorry that i ain’t take ‘em

and i’m always on the go

i’m sorry but i’m not waiting (not waiting)

and she say that you so smooth (so smooth)

you sliding just like you skating (skrt!)

you ain’t even made it

they saying you overrated (but how?)

and this sh-t so basic

i stay down until i made it (let’s go)

(hook)
it’s the paper (it’s that money)

i swear it’s something bout this paper (money)
if we ever make a plan and i get paid

i’ll see you later (like bye, b-tch)

i know she turned her back on me (on me?)

i’m rolling blunts yes this a facer

off this gas i’m really fried (gas, gas, gas)

it’s like we smoking tots n taters

we don’t need expensive cars (skrrrrrr)

but i’m lightning n-ggas is mater

she been crying say it scarred her

she’s weird because i ain’t make her (ain’t make her)

if he run up that’s on god (on god)

i might help him meet his maker

and she loves it here a lot (a lot)

cause with me she say she feel so safer

(outro)
its the paper uh, hold up, hold up

these n-ggas is haters

hold up

you’re in trouble, quisi!

b-tch, b-tch, b-tch

uh uh hey, let’s go

- quisi laflare

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