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paper chaser - raag the youngin lyrics

i’m a paper chaser
these b-tches they haters
pull up to the scene in my dirty gucci gators
i just like a rockstar these others rappers fakers
going to the top yeah i’ll see you b-tches later
ballin with my homies like i’m playing on the lakers
i might tatoo tops but no i will never date her
i just like a rockstar these others rappers fakers
going to the top yeah i’ll see you b-tches later

doing it for my team posted with my squad
sippin on simizine posted with my dogs
rips all on my jeans, dressing fear of god
we ain’t poppin no beans, ice all on my paws
blink get you wet, choppa make yo mom upset
think bout what you said before that t-shirt turn to red
kink wit a tech take your dogs to the vet
bricks so heavy on hand can’t raise above my head
pull up to your momma’s house and then she gave me head
i hop on the beat and leave the compet-tion dead
so much ice all on my body you gon need a sled
all y’all do is talk alot like your first name is ted
she wanna fuc wit a rapper
i tell her that most of the other been cappin
the beats i been rapping i got b-tches clapping
n-ggas attacking each other go hard in the pit
patek all over my wrist, rollie go hard on my wrist
richard all up on the wrist
i might just take on your b-tch

hopped up on the beat i put the pen to paper then i go
i drop all these bangers while biting off the flow
you ain’t even break a thousand and you think that you gon blow
took your b-tch into the party walked out with two different hoes
i ain’t ever take no l’s, but if i do it stand for lesson
rick all on me left me freezing cold that sh-ts a blessing
learned it on my own that hoes can’t be something i’m stressing
now i’m sliding snaps and getting to what i’m finessing
to that paper, yeah i said it in the chorus b-tches haters
going way too fast
i might just do that dash
anything to get away from these fakers yuh
i don’t think i’ll ever stop until the blocks hot
i can rap like drizzy f-cking nonstop
looking back, my exes were some thot thots
f-cking with my momma i’m gon let them shots pop

- raag the youngin lyrics

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