Chinx Drugz Paper Chaser текст песни, слова песни Paper Chaser Chinx Drugz
Chinx Drugz - Paper Chaser
We've been chilling until the moment you expired
You know what it is, we made something out of nothing
Baby, put your beers and don't be fine in the suffering.
Yeeaaah, no money, yeaaahh, no money.
Fifty man jack in that Louie just meant fifty more
Fifty house just bout that uzzy just to hit the floor
You own your ground, you mean your words, you keep your pockets healthy.
You hit your runners with that work, you block us rocking stage
That's what I'm talking about, you ain't do your thing
You're stepping on that competition for suing your game.
Thirty on your wrist, about eighty on your swirling,
You got them haters sit, they spin up early.
You praetor have to keep your focus, never go insane,
Make each and every dollar count instead over your chain.
But them jackers they ain't jacking as they said you say
They catch you slipping like you up that chopper and eat your brain.
You've been chasing, you got your block on fire
We've been chilling until the moment you expired
You know what it is, we made something out of nothing
Baby, put your beers and don't be fine in the suffering.
Yeeaaah, no money, yeaaahh, no money.
All this load up on me make them bitches go insane
Workaholic make my donuts with that coffee manner
I'm stepping out, work, I'm stepping on
Inquisition for that paper but I load my model for.
You fuck around you killers put your shit up on a curve
Knock your melon off your neck, your days have been disturbed.
Smash your wound we grow up back, back and forth that venue.
Leave with your chick right in that whip, I cut that like whiskey.
Balling so hard on these busters, think I need a ring
Why you grabbing on that locker room, I'm in the game?
They need to know I'm crushing everything within my range
My jury dripping and I got that candy paint, you see them stained.
You've been chasing, you got your block on fire
We've been chilling until the moment you expired
You know what it is, we made something out of nothing
Baby, put your beers and don't be fine in the suffering.
Yeeaaah, no money, yeaaahh, no money.
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