Welcome to west
Where we chilling in our best
(You know it)
And the honeys stay bad
Leave you stuttering like terrets
(Got you shaking)
The sun burns bright
Like it never take a rest
(Neva rest)
Never sleeping on da moolah
Expect Nuttin less
(Na)
Bad bitches all day Like a wholesale
(Wholesale)
I jus pull up on these on this hoes
That all wheel
(All wheel)
Are we f*ckin or nah
It's deal or no deal
(Whoop)
She opened up the box
And her throat sealed
Being nasty with it jus cause the vybe right
Smoking on that sticky that you gotta keep air tight
My city keep that icky that hits harder den all might
Career taking off now when you see me it's all fights
My mental is a flex
I learned it from the best
My nigga do more say less
Put your Vs up
Say it with your chest
Ain't nuttin better then da west
VanCity we up next
Stuff it I can't fit the duffle
Cash
Grizzly finna hit em
Pew pew pew
Empty the muzzle
Put him ina Body bag you finna be snuggled
I don't even gotta brag, niggahs know I'm trouble
How you say you stunting if your ass ain't got no haters
Niggahs know we hunting, my gang full of perpetrators
My bitch can't keep quiet and I hear it from my neighbours
My only competition be a bunch of imitators
Yeah
She's pussy poppin
She ain't charge no fee
Bro I
Know she want it
Then why she come to me
Bitch it's
Push the button, I don't got to turn the key
Turn
Nothing to something had no help from nobody
Me no disrespect I just came for my guap
We can't f*ck with u, u be talking to the cops
Big bands on me man this shit gon never stop
Big booty bitch she gon drop it like its hot
Hitta bunch of lics man I swear I can't get caught
Talking like you big you get hit right on the dot
Bitch I'm in the kitchen I'm like granny with the pot
Whipping up the chicken Ima show you what I got
Me no disrespect
I just like to flex
Talking out you mouth huh
Aim it at your neck
Your bitch she on the couch
She gon give me head
Evry time I sleep
Man I dream about the deadz
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna if you can't keep pace
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna do if you can't keep pace
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna do if you can't keep pace
Paper
Paper chase
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Grizzy Wynter - Paperchase (feat. RCN Koco) Lyrics
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English
Welcome to west
Where we chilling in our best
(You know it)
And the honeys stay bad
Leave you stuttering like terrets
(Got you shaking)
The sun burns bright
Like it never take a rest
(Neva rest)
Never sleeping on da moolah
Expect Nuttin less
(Na)
Bad bitches all day Like a wholesale
(Wholesale)
I jus pull up on these on this hoes
That all wheel
(All wheel)
Are we f*ckin or nah
It's deal or no deal
(Whoop)
She opened up the box
And her throat sealed
Being nasty with it jus cause the vybe right
Smoking on that sticky that you gotta keep air tight
My city keep that icky that hits harder den all might
Career taking off now when you see me it's all fights
My mental is a flex
I learned it from the best
My nigga do more say less
Put your Vs up
Say it with your chest
Ain't nuttin better then da west
VanCity we up next
Stuff it I can't fit the duffle
Cash
Grizzly finna hit em
Pew pew pew
Empty the muzzle
Put him ina Body bag you finna be snuggled
I don't even gotta brag, niggahs know I'm trouble
How you say you stunting if your ass ain't got no haters
Niggahs know we hunting, my gang full of perpetrators
My bitch can't keep quiet and I hear it from my neighbours
My only competition be a bunch of imitators
Yeah
She's pussy poppin
She ain't charge no fee
Bro I
Know she want it
Then why she come to me
Bitch it's
Push the button, I don't got to turn the key
Turn
Nothing to something had no help from nobody
Me no disrespect I just came for my guap
We can't f*ck with u, u be talking to the cops
Big bands on me man this shit gon never stop
Big booty bitch she gon drop it like its hot
Hitta bunch of lics man I swear I can't get caught
Talking like you big you get hit right on the dot
Bitch I'm in the kitchen I'm like granny with the pot
Whipping up the chicken Ima show you what I got
Me no disrespect
I just like to flex
Talking out you mouth huh
Aim it at your neck
Your bitch she on the couch
She gon give me head
Evry time I sleep
Man I dream about the deadz
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna if you can't keep pace
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna do if you can't keep pace
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna do if you can't keep pace
Paper
Paper chase
Where we chilling in our best
(You know it)
And the honeys stay bad
Leave you stuttering like terrets
(Got you shaking)
The sun burns bright
Like it never take a rest
(Neva rest)
Never sleeping on da moolah
Expect Nuttin less
(Na)
Bad bitches all day Like a wholesale
(Wholesale)
I jus pull up on these on this hoes
That all wheel
(All wheel)
Are we f*ckin or nah
It's deal or no deal
(Whoop)
She opened up the box
And her throat sealed
Being nasty with it jus cause the vybe right
Smoking on that sticky that you gotta keep air tight
My city keep that icky that hits harder den all might
Career taking off now when you see me it's all fights
My mental is a flex
I learned it from the best
My nigga do more say less
Put your Vs up
Say it with your chest
Ain't nuttin better then da west
VanCity we up next
Stuff it I can't fit the duffle
Cash
Grizzly finna hit em
Pew pew pew
Empty the muzzle
Put him ina Body bag you finna be snuggled
I don't even gotta brag, niggahs know I'm trouble
How you say you stunting if your ass ain't got no haters
Niggahs know we hunting, my gang full of perpetrators
My bitch can't keep quiet and I hear it from my neighbours
My only competition be a bunch of imitators
Yeah
She's pussy poppin
She ain't charge no fee
Bro I
Know she want it
Then why she come to me
Bitch it's
Push the button, I don't got to turn the key
Turn
Nothing to something had no help from nobody
Me no disrespect I just came for my guap
We can't f*ck with u, u be talking to the cops
Big bands on me man this shit gon never stop
Big booty bitch she gon drop it like its hot
Hitta bunch of lics man I swear I can't get caught
Talking like you big you get hit right on the dot
Bitch I'm in the kitchen I'm like granny with the pot
Whipping up the chicken Ima show you what I got
Me no disrespect
I just like to flex
Talking out you mouth huh
Aim it at your neck
Your bitch she on the couch
She gon give me head
Evry time I sleep
Man I dream about the deadz
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna if you can't keep pace
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna do if you can't keep pace
Paper chase
Paper chase
What are you gonna do if you can't keep pace
Paper
Paper chase
Writer: Gerald Wynter, Kimani Dorsey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid