So much money
Last night got a paper cut
You niggers weren't built for it
You'll never make the cut
I was always outside
Kicking doors
Making bucks
That's why you'll never find me
Sitting down
Reading books
I came in nigga
And I'm kicking and spitting
On the track
Overlapping and I ain't even sprinting
Niggers think alike
Bumping heads
Niggers tripping
Weight pulling them back
I see these niggers limping
We at this 5 star restaurant
Baby girl tell me what is it
That you want
There's many ways to skin a cat
So ima raw dog it
I think I left my condoms
In my old sweats pockets
I go too hard
And I tend to not stop it
Like a fiend on some drugs
Slash Narcotics
I'm a real good rapper
I stay on topic
And I stay on top
Like I was some toppings
Got your girl tities out and she topless
I'm rolling up some weed got a crusher
F*ck your choppas
And this the genesis
Yeah I'm Out for dead presidents
At my momma crib
So I ain't even gotta stress for rent
Yeah I got this new girl
I feel she's heaven sent
Gotta reply
Cause I see her Message sent
She talking about he say she say
I'm kinda zoning out
Yeah plug been dizzy
I've been running out
Overdosing these days
This the tree of life
Clear my mind right
Yeah you see I'm spitting nice
I'm spitting so precise
Feeling like Yeezy in 2012
With these Flashing lights
Flashing lights
Uhh i see the Camera lights
I'm walking down
Then i see the cop lights flashing
I'm tryna do hundred on the dash
Yeah I'm dashing
I'm that young nigga
They always talk about
A young nigga got so many
O's in his bank account
Baby girl yeah you can play
With a nigga like I
You see I got my third eye
Open and my mind been spitting right
Yeah I'm jogging all my memories
And you see a young nigga
He's just heavenly sent
Yo this the Babylon
And I'm back with my Bible
Got me feeling like Moses
Paper Cut Video (MV)
Performed By: Shroommyy Billy
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Asemahle Mbambo, Bokamoso Matolo
Shroommyy Billy - Paper Cut Lyrics
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So much money
Last night got a paper cut
You niggers weren't built for it
You'll never make the cut
I was always outside
Kicking doors
Making bucks
That's why you'll never find me
Sitting down
Reading books
I came in nigga
And I'm kicking and spitting
On the track
Overlapping and I ain't even sprinting
Niggers think alike
Bumping heads
Niggers tripping
Weight pulling them back
I see these niggers limping
We at this 5 star restaurant
Baby girl tell me what is it
That you want
There's many ways to skin a cat
So ima raw dog it
I think I left my condoms
In my old sweats pockets
I go too hard
And I tend to not stop it
Like a fiend on some drugs
Slash Narcotics
I'm a real good rapper
I stay on topic
And I stay on top
Like I was some toppings
Got your girl tities out and she topless
I'm rolling up some weed got a crusher
F*ck your choppas
And this the genesis
Yeah I'm Out for dead presidents
At my momma crib
So I ain't even gotta stress for rent
Yeah I got this new girl
I feel she's heaven sent
Gotta reply
Cause I see her Message sent
She talking about he say she say
I'm kinda zoning out
Yeah plug been dizzy
I've been running out
Overdosing these days
This the tree of life
Clear my mind right
Yeah you see I'm spitting nice
I'm spitting so precise
Feeling like Yeezy in 2012
With these Flashing lights
Flashing lights
Uhh i see the Camera lights
I'm walking down
Then i see the cop lights flashing
I'm tryna do hundred on the dash
Yeah I'm dashing
I'm that young nigga
They always talk about
A young nigga got so many
O's in his bank account
Baby girl yeah you can play
With a nigga like I
You see I got my third eye
Open and my mind been spitting right
Yeah I'm jogging all my memories
And you see a young nigga
He's just heavenly sent
Yo this the Babylon
And I'm back with my Bible
Got me feeling like Moses
Last night got a paper cut
You niggers weren't built for it
You'll never make the cut
I was always outside
Kicking doors
Making bucks
That's why you'll never find me
Sitting down
Reading books
I came in nigga
And I'm kicking and spitting
On the track
Overlapping and I ain't even sprinting
Niggers think alike
Bumping heads
Niggers tripping
Weight pulling them back
I see these niggers limping
We at this 5 star restaurant
Baby girl tell me what is it
That you want
There's many ways to skin a cat
So ima raw dog it
I think I left my condoms
In my old sweats pockets
I go too hard
And I tend to not stop it
Like a fiend on some drugs
Slash Narcotics
I'm a real good rapper
I stay on topic
And I stay on top
Like I was some toppings
Got your girl tities out and she topless
I'm rolling up some weed got a crusher
F*ck your choppas
And this the genesis
Yeah I'm Out for dead presidents
At my momma crib
So I ain't even gotta stress for rent
Yeah I got this new girl
I feel she's heaven sent
Gotta reply
Cause I see her Message sent
She talking about he say she say
I'm kinda zoning out
Yeah plug been dizzy
I've been running out
Overdosing these days
This the tree of life
Clear my mind right
Yeah you see I'm spitting nice
I'm spitting so precise
Feeling like Yeezy in 2012
With these Flashing lights
Flashing lights
Uhh i see the Camera lights
I'm walking down
Then i see the cop lights flashing
I'm tryna do hundred on the dash
Yeah I'm dashing
I'm that young nigga
They always talk about
A young nigga got so many
O's in his bank account
Baby girl yeah you can play
With a nigga like I
You see I got my third eye
Open and my mind been spitting right
Yeah I'm jogging all my memories
And you see a young nigga
He's just heavenly sent
Yo this the Babylon
And I'm back with my Bible
Got me feeling like Moses
Writer: Asemahle Mbambo, Bokamoso Matolo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid