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Liric - Cigarellos Or Papers lyrics
29.01.2013, 21:37

feat. Motiv

[Hook]
Swagging out on my haters, shout to henny no chaser
Cigarellos or papers, ci me I fuck later
Everyday I’m getting greater,
Everyday I get a hater
Hoe’s drowning I won’t save her
Cause I’m in love with that paper
Fuck that, I’m living for the money and I love that
Nothing comes between or above that
You ain’t on my team nigga don’t pump that
Nah, don’t pump that

I be, living up in that cloud, not a chance to come down
Flow is causin meltdown, kudo o’s hold down
Fuckin with these hoes I gotta stay strapped
Fucking with these haters watching my back
Playing my cards, I never get jacked
Double mind stacks, curtesy of raps
These niggas ain’t ballin, you got word for a callin
I fuck till I’m fallen
If she borin, she won’t make it to the morning
And I won’t be the one moanin
Kill beats often, but don’t need for a coffin
You gonn have to defrost em, flows deep I lost em
Like an engine I exhaust them
While you sleep I’m grossin
Shots for me, and a lot of weed
I ain’t neve been a hero but no robbin me
On to me, birth to them like elite
My style is greece, and I can’t be beat
Slick like rick and I fuck the trick
She was thick and she wanna fuck the click
She was on some shit
But I guess that comes with beeing the shit

[Hook]
Swagging out on my haters, shout to henny no chaser
Cigarellos or papers, ci me I fuck later
Everyday I’m getting greater,
Everyday I get a hater
Hoe’s drowning I won’t save her
Cause I’m in love with that paper
Fuck that, I’m living for the money and I love that
Nothing comes between or above that
You ain’t on my team nigga don’t pump that
Nah, don’t pump that

Got a pocket full of them raws
Gone, break swisher down with them claws
Maybe on the highway, on the nine state
With a bad bitch give me jaw
Make her wanna twerk, make a little purp
Tryina see my cat switch upon my shirt
Put her face down first and her ass up high
Smellin like kush, you better skip work

And I’ve been looking right ahead and shit
Ever since that first day
That I touched the pad and pen, I wanted in the worst way
Worst case scenario, I’ll prolly make it one day
A body on my haters I just got em to them sensei
I’m gone, pop the molly, I’m on
Lean sippin so slow mo, so them days and nights can be long, long
I’m gone, pop the molly, I’m on
Lean sippin so slow mo, so them days and nights can be long, long, boy

[Hook]
Swagging out on my haters, shout to henny no chaser
Cigarellos or papers, ci me I fuck later
Everyday I’m getting greater,
Everyday I get a hater
Hoe’s drowning I won’t save her
Cause I’m in love with that paper
Fuck that, I’m living for the money and I love that
Nothing comes between or above that
You ain’t on my team nigga don’t pump that
Nah, don’t pump that.
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