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Dhollywood - Paper Maker Lyrics



Dhollywood - Paper Maker Lyrics
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I'm a paper maker bitch taker
A paper chaser get your cake up
Your f*ckin weight up they gon' envy me
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Got to playing round baby said she wanna fight me
Yeah I'm from around from the city know she like me
Shit these Florida sounds, make her feel really exciting
If I ever get in some shit then you know she gon' write me
Do I trust her? Trust nobody I be vibing
If you switched up don't come and try to see this sighting
We got them shits tucked for who ain't with us
Pockets cant fix these big bucks I gotta fix some
Told the stripper come here baby and bring your other lady
Ass giving summer baby now get to walking baby
I don't do no talkin' baby about that action baby
What I'm wearin' fashion baby this shit classic baby
I don't know these tricks that she doin', no we no we no
Ass clappin' shakin' back and forth yo we yo we yo
In the club there's money on the floor pick it up you gone
Tryna tell me let's go to the room what that money do
I don't know these tricks that she doin' no we no we no
Ass clappin' shakin' back and forth yo we yo we yo
In the club there's money on the floor pick it up you gone
Tryna tell me let's go to the room what that money do
I'm a paper maker bitch taker a paper chaser
Get your cake up yo f*ckin' weight up they gon' envy me
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Sit that ass down on my lap you know she biting
She whispered in my ear knock this pussy out like Tyson
I know she want these kids want me to beat it from her back end
But I can never slip up on no ho so don't try it
Even though this big booty it move call it titan
Her stripper name big Juicy Judy Ju I ain't lying
It's a shame i ask if it's just you she say crying
Baby you the best so I brought two make your night end
Told the stripper come here baby and bring your other lady
Ass giving summer baby now get to walking baby
I don't do no talkin' baby about that action baby
What I'm wearing Fashion baby this shit classic baby
I don't know these tricks that she doin' no we no we no
Ass clappin' shakin' back and forth yo we yo we yo
In the club there's money on the floor pick it up you gone
Tryna tell me let's go to the room what that money do
I don't know these tricks that she doin' no we no we no
Ass clappin' shakin' back and forth, yo we yo we yo
In the club there's money on the floor pick it up you gone
Tryna tell me let's go to the room what that money do
I'm a paper maker bitch taker a paper chaser
Get your cake up your f*ckin' weight up they gon' envy me
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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English

I'm a paper maker bitch taker
A paper chaser get your cake up
Your f*ckin weight up they gon' envy me
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Got to playing round baby said she wanna fight me
Yeah I'm from around from the city know she like me
Shit these Florida sounds, make her feel really exciting
If I ever get in some shit then you know she gon' write me
Do I trust her? Trust nobody I be vibing
If you switched up don't come and try to see this sighting
We got them shits tucked for who ain't with us
Pockets cant fix these big bucks I gotta fix some
Told the stripper come here baby and bring your other lady
Ass giving summer baby now get to walking baby
I don't do no talkin' baby about that action baby
What I'm wearin' fashion baby this shit classic baby
I don't know these tricks that she doin', no we no we no
Ass clappin' shakin' back and forth yo we yo we yo
In the club there's money on the floor pick it up you gone
Tryna tell me let's go to the room what that money do
I don't know these tricks that she doin' no we no we no
Ass clappin' shakin' back and forth yo we yo we yo
In the club there's money on the floor pick it up you gone
Tryna tell me let's go to the room what that money do
I'm a paper maker bitch taker a paper chaser
Get your cake up yo f*ckin' weight up they gon' envy me
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Sit that ass down on my lap you know she biting
She whispered in my ear knock this pussy out like Tyson
I know she want these kids want me to beat it from her back end
But I can never slip up on no ho so don't try it
Even though this big booty it move call it titan
Her stripper name big Juicy Judy Ju I ain't lying
It's a shame i ask if it's just you she say crying
Baby you the best so I brought two make your night end
Told the stripper come here baby and bring your other lady
Ass giving summer baby now get to walking baby
I don't do no talkin' baby about that action baby
What I'm wearing Fashion baby this shit classic baby
I don't know these tricks that she doin' no we no we no
Ass clappin' shakin' back and forth yo we yo we yo
In the club there's money on the floor pick it up you gone
Tryna tell me let's go to the room what that money do
I don't know these tricks that she doin' no we no we no
Ass clappin' shakin' back and forth, yo we yo we yo
In the club there's money on the floor pick it up you gone
Tryna tell me let's go to the room what that money do
I'm a paper maker bitch taker a paper chaser
Get your cake up your f*ckin' weight up they gon' envy me
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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Writer: Dwayne Wells Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Dhollywood
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Dwayne Wells Jr

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