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INTRO:J Swizz & iRich
These Bitches Love Swizzle (Yep)
And That southern nigga
And that nigga paper
Paperchazer verse 1:
Paper chazer nigga swizz what happenin’
I don’t love these bitches and I don’t
Trust these niggas cause a nigga from
A hood where everybody toting pistols
My niggas was some killers my pops
Was a dealer and up my fucking hood
Best believe you get your issue
Shoutout to jimmy jone cuz my
Nigga finally home my niggas
On probation but they still be
Packing crome got a blunt full
Of loud so the nigga smoking
Strong got a couple bad bitches
And the pictures to my phone
I’m strapped with a fo’fo’
So free my nigga dolo…..
Chorus: J Swizz
These bitches love swizzle cuz
I keep it real doe
And I blow them swishers
I use to smoke that kill doe
And I’m with my niggas and
We pull them triggers
We don’t love these hoes
We just dismiss them
And my nigga paper and
Dat southern nigga
If you come at us
Wrong we put you six
Feet under I’m not no shooter
But I got them haters boy…
Verse 2: iRICH
I’m DAT NIGGA I FUCK YOUR SISTER
YOU GOT PROBLEM SOLVE YOUR ISSUE
WE CAN SHOOT THE ONES AND SOME MISSILE
SMOKE GANJA WITH GANJA BOYS THUGGIN WITH THEM
LOFT PULL UP IN THAT RARI AND THAT BITCH MAKE
A LOT OF NOISE GOT 99 PROBLEMS
SHIIITTTT BUT I AIN’T SEEN ONE (YEP)
PUT POTATO TO THE GUN AND MAKE THAT BIT’ BANG
I GOT THEM RACKS BRO’ (YEP) I GOT NBA MONEY
NEVER BROKE AGAIN I FEEL LIKE GOT SHIITTT
I WANT YOUR BEST FRIEND SHE SAID SHE REMIND
THAT SONG NEVA END I’m LIKE WHAT
YOU MEAN THIS SHIT GOTTA END WE
DON’T LOVE THESE HOES I PASS HER TO
MY RIGHT MAN (DAT NIGGA ECHOES OUT)
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