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Papercutz (feat. Mz. Beautifull) Video (MV)






Marcus A. Brown - Papercutz (feat. Mz. Beautifull) Lyrics




Whaddap, this ya' girl Mz. Beautifull up in this muhf*ckin' bitch
Chillin' wit my man Marcus Brown, hey baby
You bitches mad at me. That's why y'all some muhf*ckin' fans
So stop hatin' on me, bitch

A nigga like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these niggas out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

A bitch like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these bitches out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

It's a recession to you 'cause you ain't getting' paid, I stay wit papercuts, no band-aids
Stay getting' bread, no bakery. You mad at me, I'm what you hate to see
I get more head than a f*ckin' taper cut. You gotta' give brain to get cha' paper up
I been papered up, you lame as f*ck. I'm out here gettin' money, you tryna still come up?
Bitch, get it together. You tryna' get doe, come work for me
Everybody knows pussy ain't for free. I got hoes on deck, more money for me
I'll make you rich, now suck a dick. Niggas made at me 'cause I own these bitches
I got fast cars, my swag killin'. Money through the roof, no ceilings
I'm a boss bitch, yeah my money right.
Turn ya' goofy down, that's why ya' money tight
That's why ya' money tight
These bitches know I'm paid as f*ck

A nigga like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these niggas out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

A bitch like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these bitches out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

F*ck y'all niggas look funny for? Like you ain't know I was gettin' money hoe
A few hunnit thou' ain't nothin' Joe. Like a bussdown bitch, that come and go
You niggas just mad 'cause ya' funds is low, and here I come stuntin' wit a bunch of doe
Got 'em all like "What the f*ck he on!? Man, he must be on." Yeah I must be on.
East side nigga wit' a team full of winners, I been shittin' on niggas ever since I was a beginner
See me, I'm a gentleman but I kick it wit' the killers
If a nigga wanna' pull it he ain't finna' have a witness, get it?
Hollow to ya' fitted, I don't know who did it. Even if I did, why the f*ck would I admit it?
Street smart nigga in a whole 'nother league, never finished school but I (Got a few degrees, haha)
I'ma tell y'all like Biggie told me, cash rules everything that's around me
And niggas get the blues when they ain't got green, that's why they want beef 'cause they ain't got cheese
F*ckin' 'round [wit] me, niggas ain't gon' eat, put that on the G, better yet, on the E
Young beast ova' east goin' hard in the streets, countin' money 'til my fingertips bleedin', believe me

A nigga like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these niggas out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

A bitch like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these bitches out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts
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Whaddap, this ya' girl Mz. Beautifull up in this muhf*ckin' bitch
Chillin' wit my man Marcus Brown, hey baby
You bitches mad at me. That's why y'all some muhf*ckin' fans
So stop hatin' on me, bitch

A nigga like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these niggas out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

A bitch like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these bitches out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

It's a recession to you 'cause you ain't getting' paid, I stay wit papercuts, no band-aids
Stay getting' bread, no bakery. You mad at me, I'm what you hate to see
I get more head than a f*ckin' taper cut. You gotta' give brain to get cha' paper up
I been papered up, you lame as f*ck. I'm out here gettin' money, you tryna still come up?
Bitch, get it together. You tryna' get doe, come work for me
Everybody knows pussy ain't for free. I got hoes on deck, more money for me
I'll make you rich, now suck a dick. Niggas made at me 'cause I own these bitches
I got fast cars, my swag killin'. Money through the roof, no ceilings
I'm a boss bitch, yeah my money right.
Turn ya' goofy down, that's why ya' money tight
That's why ya' money tight
These bitches know I'm paid as f*ck

A nigga like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these niggas out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

A bitch like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these bitches out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

F*ck y'all niggas look funny for? Like you ain't know I was gettin' money hoe
A few hunnit thou' ain't nothin' Joe. Like a bussdown bitch, that come and go
You niggas just mad 'cause ya' funds is low, and here I come stuntin' wit a bunch of doe
Got 'em all like "What the f*ck he on!? Man, he must be on." Yeah I must be on.
East side nigga wit' a team full of winners, I been shittin' on niggas ever since I was a beginner
See me, I'm a gentleman but I kick it wit' the killers
If a nigga wanna' pull it he ain't finna' have a witness, get it?
Hollow to ya' fitted, I don't know who did it. Even if I did, why the f*ck would I admit it?
Street smart nigga in a whole 'nother league, never finished school but I (Got a few degrees, haha)
I'ma tell y'all like Biggie told me, cash rules everything that's around me
And niggas get the blues when they ain't got green, that's why they want beef 'cause they ain't got cheese
F*ckin' 'round [wit] me, niggas ain't gon' eat, put that on the G, better yet, on the E
Young beast ova' east goin' hard in the streets, countin' money 'til my fingertips bleedin', believe me

A nigga like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these niggas out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

A bitch like me, I'm paid as f*ck, these bitches out here be lame as f*ck
You already know I'm papered up, look at all these goddamn papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts

Papercuts, papercuts, look at all these goddamn papercuts
Papercuts, papercuts, I got all these muhf*ckin' papercuts
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Writer: Marcus Brown
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