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FREDDIE GIBBS lyrics : "Paper"

With a mic, (*##$, and I'm ice, (*##$
Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic %#@!
But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
With a mic, (*##$, and I'm ice, (*##$

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic %#@!
But I hit her two weeks ago
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

On a mic, (*##$ and I'm ice, (*##$

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic %#@!
Straight thug, ^!$$%, most of my life's spent
Was on that black top, working that white (*##$, yeah

It was just fine and a little bit of zippy
Got a plug and my home boy chipped in
I was gonna set the team when I bagged her

High rich, working mother$#&@er rich team
Turned up to be turned down
It's what kush it's for, we got burned down

I got a muddy cup and that Texan dope
That good smoke from that Oaktown Beach
100 pounds from the hood where they caught me

Hit 'em with a ski mask, ^!$$% lost me
I don't trigger these hoes but I will pay your broke (*##$ to bag her for me


Drop and draws off I call that talking
House on my nick, I call that balling
True %#@! it ain't %#@! like a new (*##$

My old hoes, I don't call them off
Drop and draws off I call that talking
House on my nick, I call that balling

True %#@! it ain't %#@! like a new (*##$
Old hoes, I don't call them off


With a mic, (*##$, and I'm ice, (*##$
Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic %#@!
But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
With a mic, (*##$, and I'm ice, (*##$

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic %#@!
But I hit her two weeks ago
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

I hit her two weeks ago, got hit in the G before

Straight bought with this sloppy top, man
This (*##$ was a freaky hoe
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Hurry up, man, we beat it, though
When she ask me to eat it
I told her take it and leave it, hoe

'Cause this paper %#@! in my bones
Million cash on my mind, (*##$
Snowflakes when it's cold, gold fees on my grind, (*##$

Straight hand to hand, East side, on my land I'm the man
Learn how to shuffle up them cookies
Got to let a man drive by the fair

We keep that chopped up in plastic
Gotta find a new place to stash it
Once I ran through my pack, hit the club, balled up like a draft

We keep that chopped up in plastic
Gotta find a new place to stash it
Once I ran through my pack, hit the club, balled up like a draft

With a mic, (*##$, and I'm ice, (*##$

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic %#@!
But I hit her two weeks ago
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
With a mic, (*##$, and I'm ice, (*##$
Six rings, yeah, I'm on that mic %#@!
But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke
But I hit her two weeks ago
Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke



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