Freddie Gibbs - Paper lyrics

rate me

With a mic, bitch, and I’m ice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I’m on that mic shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

With a mic, bitch, and I’m ice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I’m on that mic shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

On a mic, bitch and I’m ice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I’m on that mic shit

Straight thug, nigga, most of my life’s spent

Was on that black top, working that white bitch, yeah

It was just fine and a little bit of zippy

Got a plug and my home boy chipped in

I was gonna set the team when I bagged her

High rich, working motherfucker rich team

Turned up to be turned down

It’s what kush it’s for, we got burned down

I got a muddy cup and that Texan dope

That good smoke from that Oaktown Beach

100 pounds from the hood where they caught me

Hit ‘em with a ski mask, nigga lost me

I don’t trigger these hoes but I will pay your broke bitch to bag her for me

Drop and draws off I call that talking

House on my nick, I call that balling

True shit it ain’t shit like a new bitch

My old hoes, I don’t call them off

Drop and draws off I call that talking

House on my nick, I call that balling

True shit it ain’t shit like a new bitch

Old hoes, I don’t call them off

With a mic, bitch, and I’m ice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I’m on that mic shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

With a mic, bitch, and I’m ice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I’m on that mic shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

I hit her two weeks ago, got hit in the G before

Straight bought with this sloppy top, man

This bitch was a freaky hoe

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Hurry up, man, we beat it, though

When she ask me to eat it

I told her take it and leave it, hoe

‘Cause this paper shit in my bones

Million cash on my mind, bitch

Snowflakes when it’s cold, gold fees on my grind, bitch

Straight hand to hand, East side, on my land I’m the man

Learn how to shuffle up them cookies

Got to let a man drive by the fair

We keep that chopped up in plastic

Gotta find a new place to stash it

Once I ran through my pack, hit the club, balled up like a draft

We keep that chopped up in plastic

Gotta find a new place to stash it

Once I ran through my pack, hit the club, balled up like a draft

With a mic, bitch, and I’m ice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I’m on that mic shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

With a mic, bitch, and I’m ice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I’m on that mic shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sit and drink it, the reefer smoke