Liric

Liric - Cigarellos Or Papers lyrics

rate me

feat. Motiv

[Hook]

Swagging out on my haters, shout to henny no chaser

Cigarellos or papers, ci me I fuck later

Everyday I’m getting greater,

Everyday I get a hater

Hoe’s drowning I won’t save her

Cause I’m in love with that paper

Fuck that, I’m living for the money and I love that

Nothing comes between or above that

You ain’t on my team nigga don’t pump that

Nah, don’t pump that

I be, living up in that cloud, not a chance to come down

Flow is causin meltdown, kudo o’s hold down

Fuckin with these hoes I gotta stay strapped

Fucking with these haters watching my back

Playing my cards, I never get jacked

Double mind stacks, curtesy of raps

These niggas ain’t ballin, you got word for a callin

I fuck till I’m fallen

If she borin, she won’t make it to the morning

And I won’t be the one moanin

Kill beats often, but don’t need for a coffin

You gonn have to defrost em, flows deep I lost em

Like an engine I exhaust them

While you sleep I’m grossin

Shots for me, and a lot of weed

I ain’t neve been a hero but no robbin me

On to me, birth to them like elite

My style is greece, and I can’t be beat

Slick like rick and I fuck the trick

She was thick and she wanna fuck the click

She was on some shit

But I guess that comes with beeing the shit

[Hook]

Swagging out on my haters, shout to henny no chaser

Cigarellos or papers, ci me I fuck later

Everyday I’m getting greater,

Everyday I get a hater

Hoe’s drowning I won’t save her

Cause I’m in love with that paper

Fuck that, I’m living for the money and I love that

Nothing comes between or above that

You ain’t on my team nigga don’t pump that

Nah, don’t pump that

Got a pocket full of them raws

Gone, break swisher down with them claws

Maybe on the highway, on the nine state

With a bad bitch give me jaw

Make her wanna twerk, make a little purp

Tryina see my cat switch upon my shirt

Put her face down first and her ass up high

Smellin like kush, you better skip work

And I’ve been looking right ahead and shit

Ever since that first day

That I touched the pad and pen, I wanted in the worst way

Worst case scenario, I’ll prolly make it one day

A body on my haters I just got em to them sensei

I’m gone, pop the molly, I’m on

Lean sippin so slow mo, so them days and nights can be long, long

I’m gone, pop the molly, I’m on

Lean sippin so slow mo, so them days and nights can be long, long, boy

[Hook]

Swagging out on my haters, shout to henny no chaser

Cigarellos or papers, ci me I fuck later

Everyday I’m getting greater,

Everyday I get a hater

Hoe’s drowning I won’t save her

Cause I’m in love with that paper

Fuck that, I’m living for the money and I love that

Nothing comes between or above that

You ain’t on my team nigga don’t pump that

Nah, don’t pump that.

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