Xav the Ripper - Quick Paper (feat. LandoLyrical & Chappoxx) [Bonus Track] Lyrics

Man bad pan di endz eenuh dawg
Weh dem feel like dem bad tell dem not at all
Spanish town man come from man bad
Soldier from birth real general
Just di smile and di talk we tek weh boy gyal
(Soldier from birth man a real general)

Man we send you to ya maker
Got some niggas in Jamaica
Kill you real quick fa that papa (yeah)
Tell ya family Lata (yeeeah)
Man we send you to ya maker
Got some niggas in Jamaica
Kill you real quick for tha paper
Kiss ya family Later (yeeeah)

You know what it be lil homie
I got homies living in the field lil homie
I don't feel, lil homie, finna kill lil homie
F*ck a contract bitch, what's the deal, lil homie?
Talking all that shit but, I ain't even run yet
Told me slow my roll but I ain't even done yet
They just want the stain all the power and the fame
Yea pussy wannabe a star, bitch you my son then
F*ck with the fam then i'm airin em out
Call up his boys gotta carry him out
My homie in a cage with a baby on the way
Yea Im fannin out a K
Yea I'll put it to your face (yuh yuh)

Tell em stand-hands up
At the con-cert bitch
I don't care
If the set too long
Make it fit...
I done took a break to-Hit my cig
I done took a break too long
That's it
Runnin from the cops
Always check my six
No f*ckin with the 12
Steady dodge that shit
Switch-the-flow back cuz i like it
Xavy got this writin shit down, Like its science
But He don't wear a belt
Like Orion
Maui-wow smoke
That's Hawaiian
Got me feelin right, that's why I'm buyin
But you can't even buy in...
Cuz we got the good smokes
And you got the dry shit
Who you know
That isnt rappin about a diamond?
If, You could only see what's next
Probably-be-a-couple hours late
Till your own death...
That's good timing; and Real rhymin

Man we send you to ya maker
Got some niggas in Jamaica
Kill you real quick fa that papa (yeah)