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Last night, niggas took all the bitches Last night, we pulled up and left with all the hoes This morning I woke up and counted up a million This morning I woke up, and I sent your bitch home Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture Still got my first Bentley Been on since the beginning Every piece that I been gettin' only make me want more Thousand dollar plate dinners, real businessmen Banquets and benefits Million dollar signatures and shitty penmanship Oh, I was meant for this, I was designed to get it Came off of the porch sick with it, older homies made me iller Can't get much realer, lyrical serial killer From far away you feel it Don't let that paper steal you, my nigga Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture Who let 'em in here? Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture Who had 'em sent here? Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture They hired killers Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture Last night, we was some more old baller shit Last night we came down and took all the hoes This morning, I woke up and count another million This morning, I woke up and sent your bitch back home Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture Who let 'em in here? Last night, we was some more old baller shit This morning, I woke up and count another million Paper and pistols, drugs and bitches Snakes and real niggas all in the picture
Writer(s): Eduardo R Jr Earle, Rahman Khalil Abdul, Shante Frankln Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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