Booth Bullies - New Paper Lyrics

New papers same haters
Fast lane see you later
Shoes made from allegators
Vans on like I'm a skater
God on top never down
She gives me head when I clown around
She puts me up when I'm feeling down
She yells "HARDER" when she's tapping out
Booth Bullies coming through
You don't know what you up against
New purge let that shit commence
Clear shot with my godly aim
You chips call you frito lay
I'm beaming down down with these sun rays
Mixing up like I'm billy Mays
You'll never get to see another day
Ughhhhhh
Up in the booth; niggas got nothing to lose
Ughhhhhh
F*ck with no squares: these niggas be thinking we care
Ughhhhhh
Up in the booth; niggas got nothing to lose
Ughhhhhh
F*ck with no squares; these niggas be thinking we care
WORD
Word to my moms I don't f*ck with yall
Word to my pops ama stomp the yard
Chord up the mic ama spit some bars
Light up the L ama visit mars
And IM GONE nigga
And IM GONE nigga
If you ain' the dj, GET UP OUT THE BOOTH
BOOTHBULLY NIGGAS COMING THRU
Ain't here to make you comfortable
I'm just trying get my message through
I'm just tryina get up under you
You know I'm your favorite hue
Every day it's a different cue
Every day is a different view
Been telling you niggas I'm serious
All of you niggas delirious
All you birds are mysterious
Quite on my dreams that's hilarious
3 cribs ,that various
4 whips, you envious
All of you comments be meaningless
Upp in the booth
Niggas got nothing to lose
Hey
The music we dropping
The money we copping
My niggas can't lose