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here we go - paper route empire, young dolph & jay fizzle lyrics

[intro]
paper route frank (montana corleone made this one)
yeah, what up? (ayy, sosa, man, this beat crazy)

[verse 1]
the first thing i did, i went and got me a zip (b*tch)
the second thing i did, i went and took me a trip
he owed me money, i said don’t ball, just shoot the sh*t up off the rip (b*tch)
shorty got the best massage, she do it with her lips (sh*t)
sittin’ in my office smokin’ blunts like i’m bill clinton
my side b*tch start catchin’ feelings, i had to tell her chill (lewinsky)
she sick (ugh), ill (ill), murder (woah), k!ll (k!ll)
all of my trap money go to my kids, it’s in my will (let’s go)
lodi, dodi, dodi (dodi), no, i didn’t go to college (nah)
but i might wake up tomorrow, go buy another ‘rari (yeah)
my side b*tch drivе a mase’ (yeah)
she a prеtty girl and all she wanna do is party (yeah)
super*bad b*tch and she know she an alcoholic (hey)
hold up, who that callin’? (brrt)
f*ck that, back to ballin’ (f*ck that), lil’ mama from new orleans (creole)
bury me in a dolce & gabbana coffin (gabbana)
we in competition on who can pour the drank the rawest (rawest)
four hundred racks for a coupe, didn’t test drive it, i just bought it (what?)
a n*gga say they f*ckin’ with the kid, sh*t, i doubt it
crossed a bad b*tch out for another one, gps re*routin’
now she sittin’ at home like a bad*ass kid poutin’ (uh*huh)
[chorus]
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we motherf*ckin’ go (b*tch, b*tch)

[verse 2]
free all my lil’ n*ggas locked down up in that celly
all my straps out ’cause all my lil’ n*ggas villains
don’t dodge no smoke, no questions asked when steppers steppin’
just like little caesars with my gang, we hot*n*ready
carbon 15, but it came with the drum on it
young n*ggas gone off the perc’ goin’ dumb on ’em
just bought a glock, that b*tch came with a switch on it
sent my lil’ n*gga, i bet he don’t miss on it
i stack up that bread like some motherf*ckin’ pringles
i used to be robbin’ and starvin’ and dealin’
i was just breakin’ in houses and stealin’
now the boy ridin’ on the road to the riches
look how i’m rappin’, don’t get it confused
’til i mask up and go pull me a move
i do my show on the stage with the tools
move and no question big daddy gon’ shoot
big dawg in my hood, man, they call me the truth
i’ll make you famous, sh*t out here look cool
my n*ggas sick, man, i feel like the flu
put a opp face on the motherf*ckin’ news
[chorus]
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we motherf*ckin’ go (b*tch)

[verse 3]
they ain’t let us in, so we kickin’ down the back door
we ain’t never stop for the po*po (nah)
walk in the spot, you see two hundred ps
yeah, my tribe goin’ loco
crazy, yeah, we trappin’ hard like the eighties
my young n*ggas strapped like the navy
i’m a go*getter, i don’t have no patience
i’m the type of n*gga go get it, what i’m waitin’ on?
yeah, went and got a plug and now my money long (money long)
these n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, i’m in the zone (zone)
these n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, i keep my chrome (chrome)
i keep me a foreign b*tch, bad to the bone (bone)
man, for real (b*tch), yeah, yeah
first i got a zip
then i made a couple flips and took a trip
all these icy b*tches lovin’ how i drip (icy, drip)
i keep switchin’ foreign whips with a big glock on my hip
extend the clip, get up out my way, f*ck how you feel (yeah)
i’m in the fast lane road*runnin’ to the mils (to the ms)
[chorus]
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we go, here we go (hey, hey)
here we go, here we motherf*ckin’ go (b*tch, b*tch)

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