My bitch name is paige
Shes coming out of her cage
She fill the house up with sage
Then she go shoot at the range
Yeah she look young for her age
She 5 foot 3 she look teenaged
She threw a birdcage at the cops
She aint no op
When she hit the yayo she be acting kinda strange
She a baby mama but her pussy aint got mange
Go down to Bigelow, make an exchange
She got that makrigga, no trigga, midrange
Man, thats all ive been sayin
Hair down no make up
You know this bitch slayin
With her grandparents thata wherw she be stwyib
Come to y'all's house smoke a blunt on the way in
She a lil night owl
Hoochie with the lights out
Yeah she pull her knife out
Just kidding she don't fight now
Skirtin into ditches on the freeway
She on drug court, they give her a little leeway
And maybe shes not 21
But she sure is lot a fun
She got her medical card but shes still jot allowed in a f*cking bar and
She dont have a push to start
We whip around in her grandpas car
When its after dark
And we stealing all the cool shit
From all the f*ckin rich people yards and
She got the flick of da wrist
But she a good mom to her kid
We mooned the cops while on cid
Seeing eachother our parents forbib
When she smoked dope this bitch pawned her own saxaphone
She just do hard theres no need for that naxalone
She's got no job, theres no need for a tax refund
She stay home now, no shes not very active huh
And that bitch name is paige
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My bitch name is paige
Shes coming out of her cage
She fill the house up with sage
Then she go shoot at the range
Yeah she look young for her age
She 5 foot 3 she look teenaged
She threw a birdcage at the cops
She aint no op
When she hit the yayo she be acting kinda strange
She a baby mama but her pussy aint got mange
Go down to Bigelow, make an exchange
She got that makrigga, no trigga, midrange
Man, thats all ive been sayin
Hair down no make up
You know this bitch slayin
With her grandparents thata wherw she be stwyib
Come to y'all's house smoke a blunt on the way in
She a lil night owl
Hoochie with the lights out
Yeah she pull her knife out
Just kidding she don't fight now
Skirtin into ditches on the freeway
She on drug court, they give her a little leeway
And maybe shes not 21
But she sure is lot a fun
She got her medical card but shes still jot allowed in a f*cking bar and
She dont have a push to start
We whip around in her grandpas car
When its after dark
And we stealing all the cool shit
From all the f*ckin rich people yards and
She got the flick of da wrist
But she a good mom to her kid
We mooned the cops while on cid
Seeing eachother our parents forbib
When she smoked dope this bitch pawned her own saxaphone
She just do hard theres no need for that naxalone
She's got no job, theres no need for a tax refund
She stay home now, no shes not very active huh
And that bitch name is paige
Shes coming out of her cage
She fill the house up with sage
Then she go shoot at the range
Yeah she look young for her age
She 5 foot 3 she look teenaged
She threw a birdcage at the cops
She aint no op
When she hit the yayo she be acting kinda strange
She a baby mama but her pussy aint got mange
Go down to Bigelow, make an exchange
She got that makrigga, no trigga, midrange
Man, thats all ive been sayin
Hair down no make up
You know this bitch slayin
With her grandparents thata wherw she be stwyib
Come to y'all's house smoke a blunt on the way in
She a lil night owl
Hoochie with the lights out
Yeah she pull her knife out
Just kidding she don't fight now
Skirtin into ditches on the freeway
She on drug court, they give her a little leeway
And maybe shes not 21
But she sure is lot a fun
She got her medical card but shes still jot allowed in a f*cking bar and
She dont have a push to start
We whip around in her grandpas car
When its after dark
And we stealing all the cool shit
From all the f*ckin rich people yards and
She got the flick of da wrist
But she a good mom to her kid
We mooned the cops while on cid
Seeing eachother our parents forbib
When she smoked dope this bitch pawned her own saxaphone
She just do hard theres no need for that naxalone
She's got no job, theres no need for a tax refund
She stay home now, no shes not very active huh
And that bitch name is paige
Writer: Hannah Stepe
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