Представляем точный текст композиции "Paper Made" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Paper Made» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Bo - "Paper Made"
Lyrics to Paper Made : [C-Bo] My whole crew is platinum Quick to throw it down with Magnums We aint duckin when the guns start blastin Whats happenin West Coast rollin, Benjamins foldin Nigga bank accounts holdin, more loot than the jews And I just stepped fresh up out some county blues Had me all on the news, cuz Im gettin my paper And my goal life now is livin it major Coppin Crystal, Champagne Im in the Natti with the blow brains Leavin my mansion up in Spokane The dope Game, was lovely Out with the flip rollos and drop Benzes when they clucked me Now the haters wanna mug me, cuz Im AMG kid candy on some dub leech But fuck them tricks cuz they haters They stick out like short thumbs around Playaz [Chorus x2] All I wanna do is get my paper straight Roll up highways sideways out the gates Luxury livin baddest women and Im straight Back up with the flames BITCH Im Paper Made [C-Bo] I still scream "Fuck the World" _Til My Casket Drop_ I give a fuck about parole and these bastard cops He could see me on TV coat with two glocks and a P Cuz some bitch nigga snitched on me down in Cincinnati I bet the bitch thought he had me Aint that a bitch how niggaz trip That nigga must have been smokin the cavi I wont rest until my Natti niggaz get him Run up in him hit him with a blade up of in his kidney And leave him face down, real niggaz dont play around Paralyze that motherfucker from the waste down Cuz hes a bitch turned snitch on the next nigga On sight Im takin his life with the Tec trigga And give a fuck about his kid, cuz he didnt give a fuck about mine When I was servin my bid I knew he was a flunky, punk nigga dressed like a junkie Runnin around with a pound of bunk weed [Chorus x2] [C-Bo] See Im all about the cash fool Blast to get a mill and I keep it real fool I owe court and the streets, fuck a deal Wanna see me cuffed and stuck in the back seat of a cop car When I got jewels and pull more strings on a good tar/guitar than a rock star Cop car by the UB wanna do me down like Doobie Straight haters is what you fools be Hangin on my balls like newbies You do threes dumped outta trees is how we do these Enemies when we WC em down like my crew be Pack heaters nonetheless and now better leave his Bulletproof vest down in the Beemer Hit em up we lead em then streetsweap em We dont need em That niggas a bitch like Ru Paul Whipped his with his ass youll be sold like blue balls We some murderers, havent ya heard of the straight killa All black, the realest on the map, mission to get the millas Yall best off feel me, a motherfuckin real G In this shit Paper Made til they kill me kill me [Chorus x2] [ Paper Made Lyrics ]
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