Justin Martin - Facts lyrics
rate me[Hook]
I swear these paper planes they got me going places
And we ain’t talking less we fornicating
Shawty, ignore the niggas cause they only hating
The real shit ever man, I know they waiting
Nigga hold up, shit, you gotta wait for that
Nigga hold up, shit, you gotta pay for that
Nigga roll up, shit, where the paper as?
Nigga hold up, they ain’t really stating facts
Ah, where the truth at, where the booth at?
Black got a cup full of henny and I’m asking where the juice at
I’m a 90’s baby, that boom bad, when I’m behind you baby just do that
You be where the currents and the shoes at,
I be where them ...and the suits at
Let a nigga show you what this loot bout
I put the top down and make the coupe pow
Whenever the women see my coupe out,
They instantly begin a hooligan scout
But hold up, I’m 18, she say boy don’t make me
I pull up once se hop in, with 2 friends, that’s take 3
These college girls they dipping molly, they sip Bacardi,
They get retarded, they know what’s up, they came to party
Thank god all these angels on me
I’m a rich till a nigga ...that’s worse so you know we aiming high
Sick and do it till the day that I expire
Paper planes only thing nigga fly
And every day’s the first and 15th,
I don’t need a deal, that’d be cheating
I got a movie out, a couple movies fin
You prolly seen a few on tv
And my mind fried, it’s ran through
I aim high like babe ruth,
And they don’t remember my name
Put it on everything that I claim
[Hook]
I swear these paper planes they got me going places
And we ain’t talking less we fornicating
Shawty, ignore the niggas cause they only hating
The real shit ever man, I know they waiting
Nigga hold up, shit, you gotta wait for that
Nigga hold up, shit, you gotta pay for that
Nigga roll up, shit, where the paper as?
Nigga hold up, they ain’t really stating facts
Man, I’m like I diss them bout a motherfucker
I got a thousand haters, I don’t know them suckers
Fuck rolling with y’all, looking like I ain’t really close to y’all
But here’s a toast to y’all and the curtain come, I’ma ...
And I’m going off the wall
My tac flow in this floss, nigga stopping this fuck
Got 2 bitch in the truck, that’s for picking it up, when I call
And I’m stoned out of my mind, put the shades on when I shine
I had a work tour, work ... somebody tell me why I ain’t signed?
And these rap niggas ain’t real, couple white girls in the chill
But don’t murder me cause they like dick,
And we drunk as fuck and we swap spit,
You might stop them but won’t stop this
Y’all love niggas like ...
Y’all better than me, well that’s nonsense,
And my conscience, it’d be on them
Giuseppe sneaks, passi geek, ...
Mercedes Benz from the calis coupe,
I was riding that last like week, haha
That’s real sick, I’m a fresh prince like Will Smith
And I kill this, and to kill...
I’m healthy as fuck but I’m still real sick, boy!
[Hook]
I swear these paper planes they got me going places
And we ain’t talking less we fornicating
Shawty, ignore the niggas cause they only hating
The real shit ever man, I know they waiting
Nigga hold up, shit, you gotta wait for that
Nigga hold up, shit, you gotta pay for that
Nigga roll up, shit, where the paper as?
Nigga hold up, they ain’t really stating facts.
