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It's life or death it's win or lose f*ck what you think
I been bustin' plays all day phone hot this bitch steaming
Took a win after them losses woke me up thought I was dreamin
I done lost so many people in my life my heart bleeding
Always made this shit look good but it ain't really what it seeming
If you fakin' in my face can't take the hate bitch I'm gon' leave you
Leave you stinkin best believe wouldn't wanna be you
I'ma flood my brodie's wrist all the guys
Bitch we grindin' for a reason
Got a thing for white girls but my favorite bitch brown
In the Stu bro turn me up I turn him up we got the sound
J G Wentworth had a point it's my money I need it now
Told myself no matter what don't never tell I made a vow
High as f*ck I push that pedal to the floor
On I-80 crossed that line man what you need man let me know
Me and cuz got different hustles talk about business and we joce
Niggas think we had a perfect had good parents
But we was broke and ain't shit for show
All I wanna do is get them chips and stack them lays
Told my brother chill n sit back and focus on his case
Getting all this love after the hate it got me feeling strange
I listen when my brother speaking he said stay focused and stack yo pape
It's life or death it's win or lose f*ck what you think
I been bustin' plays all day phone hot this bitch steaming
Took a win after them losses woke me up thought I was dreamin
I done lost so many people in my life my heart bleeding
Always made this shit look good but it ain't really what it seeming
If you fakin' in my face can't take the hate bitch I'm gon' leave you
Leave you stinkin best believe wouldn't wanna be you
I'ma flood my brodie's wrist all the guys
Bitch we grindin' for a reason
All that talkin' here a runner man
You don't think that we gon' step
Okay cool now you a funny man
Can't call me shit but fat and money man
Ain't movin' slow I'm countin' dummy bands
New bag in come cop a couple strands
It's 3 o'clock it's March the 25th like 60 days
22nd hunnid days I'm stacking bitch
Wanna play ok cool goofy now you on my list
Bro hit me where you at I'm scaling grams I'm in the crib
BOG Wop - Paper Planes Lyrics
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It's life or death it's win or lose f*ck what you think
I been bustin' plays all day phone hot this bitch steaming
Took a win after them losses woke me up thought I was dreamin
I done lost so many people in my life my heart bleeding
Always made this shit look good but it ain't really what it seeming
If you fakin' in my face can't take the hate bitch I'm gon' leave you
Leave you stinkin best believe wouldn't wanna be you
I'ma flood my brodie's wrist all the guys
Bitch we grindin' for a reason
Got a thing for white girls but my favorite bitch brown
In the Stu bro turn me up I turn him up we got the sound
J G Wentworth had a point it's my money I need it now
Told myself no matter what don't never tell I made a vow
High as f*ck I push that pedal to the floor
On I-80 crossed that line man what you need man let me know
Me and cuz got different hustles talk about business and we joce
Niggas think we had a perfect had good parents
But we was broke and ain't shit for show
All I wanna do is get them chips and stack them lays
Told my brother chill n sit back and focus on his case
Getting all this love after the hate it got me feeling strange
I listen when my brother speaking he said stay focused and stack yo pape
It's life or death it's win or lose f*ck what you think
I been bustin' plays all day phone hot this bitch steaming
Took a win after them losses woke me up thought I was dreamin
I done lost so many people in my life my heart bleeding
Always made this shit look good but it ain't really what it seeming
If you fakin' in my face can't take the hate bitch I'm gon' leave you
Leave you stinkin best believe wouldn't wanna be you
I'ma flood my brodie's wrist all the guys
Bitch we grindin' for a reason
All that talkin' here a runner man
You don't think that we gon' step
Okay cool now you a funny man
Can't call me shit but fat and money man
Ain't movin' slow I'm countin' dummy bands
New bag in come cop a couple strands
It's 3 o'clock it's March the 25th like 60 days
22nd hunnid days I'm stacking bitch
Wanna play ok cool goofy now you on my list
Bro hit me where you at I'm scaling grams I'm in the crib
It's life or death it's win or lose f*ck what you think
I been bustin' plays all day phone hot this bitch steaming
Took a win after them losses woke me up thought I was dreamin
I done lost so many people in my life my heart bleeding
Always made this shit look good but it ain't really what it seeming
If you fakin' in my face can't take the hate bitch I'm gon' leave you
Leave you stinkin best believe wouldn't wanna be you
I'ma flood my brodie's wrist all the guys
Bitch we grindin' for a reason
Got a thing for white girls but my favorite bitch brown
In the Stu bro turn me up I turn him up we got the sound
J G Wentworth had a point it's my money I need it now
Told myself no matter what don't never tell I made a vow
High as f*ck I push that pedal to the floor
On I-80 crossed that line man what you need man let me know
Me and cuz got different hustles talk about business and we joce
Niggas think we had a perfect had good parents
But we was broke and ain't shit for show
All I wanna do is get them chips and stack them lays
Told my brother chill n sit back and focus on his case
Getting all this love after the hate it got me feeling strange
I listen when my brother speaking he said stay focused and stack yo pape
It's life or death it's win or lose f*ck what you think
I been bustin' plays all day phone hot this bitch steaming
Took a win after them losses woke me up thought I was dreamin
I done lost so many people in my life my heart bleeding
Always made this shit look good but it ain't really what it seeming
If you fakin' in my face can't take the hate bitch I'm gon' leave you
Leave you stinkin best believe wouldn't wanna be you
I'ma flood my brodie's wrist all the guys
Bitch we grindin' for a reason
All that talkin' here a runner man
You don't think that we gon' step
Okay cool now you a funny man
Can't call me shit but fat and money man
Ain't movin' slow I'm countin' dummy bands
New bag in come cop a couple strands
It's 3 o'clock it's March the 25th like 60 days
22nd hunnid days I'm stacking bitch
Wanna play ok cool goofy now you on my list
Bro hit me where you at I'm scaling grams I'm in the crib
Writer: Wop Jackson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid