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paper chasers - kevin gates lyrics

[produced by swiff d]

[intro]
i’ma let you hear that other one after i do this
i’ma let you hear the one you know the 6’s and all old sh-t all that we don’t f-ck around sh-t
i like this sh-t man

[hook]
c0ke and rock and choppin’ off ’em, private goin’ on shopping sprees
glock in my back pocket, already c-cked okay i’m clockin’ cheese
strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
had to say, each and every day we grabbin’ paper
live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
sometime i can’t take no break, they keep callin’ my cellular
this the game and we know this life we gon’ be alright
ain’t no sleep tonight, b-tch we out here chasing paper

[verse 1]
at the paul inn with the tech 9, no bandana, no gloves on
long kiss, goodnight my n-gga, but we ain’t makin’ no love song
this bullsh-t you sold me got inisotol no soda on it
i straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the f-ck is you smokin’ homie
red camaro, white rally stripes, gon’ probably be on tv
move wrong while the tool on, i’ll put your -ss on street beat
repeat, you see me, i’m a repeat offender
park the whip, lay under houses, hear you moving round with the stethoscope
arrested for a little vestiges to teach these p-ssy n-ggas ’bout stretchin’ c0ke
bend the bend with the machine gun, like, “say h-llo to my little friend”
chick i met at texaco, down here for school, not visitin’
say it’s about to get interesting, b-tch say she from michigan

[verse 2]
shipment just come in, drop work in ponchatoula and springfield
extended clip, on the nine milli, a lot of hollow tips, no refill
imagine how the f-ck we feel, in the winter time no heat here
i sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beer
and we feel, you need a n-gga like me in your life
grind time it’s goin’ vrroommm
i listen to the radio, we all fly, shawty say she all mine
color all in the wrong lines, to the dope game i got strong ties
i’ve sold cocaine, this all the time
favorite old song, ent-tled “white lines”
watch rich people snort white lines, with white wine at dinner parties
i been r-t-rded, i leave a party
people start to leavin’ like we the party
thuggin’ on, don’t mention it
pockets full of benjamins

- kevin gates lyrics

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