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C Bo Paper Made

paper straight Roll up highways sideways out the gates Luxury livin' baddest women and I'm straight Back up with the flames BITCH I'm Paper Made [C-Bo

hustler all about my doe Gettin cake and stackin up that paper, I need mo' [Hook X2] "Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'"

Like Bo Jax I'm never calm on a bomb track 60 percent three fifths Constituted Huh prostituted Why I'm mad 'Cause it's written on the paper Right now

made it Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane Hogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard

breakfast food, UHH! [C] When you wish [I] When you wish [C] Upon a star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where you are

enemy! The papers said... that he died tragically! They found his head... with no legs and bo-dy! We made a pledge... to the Dub-S-C! Bloodshed... if

made it Breaking bread with the real ones, now the fake ones hate it I be bombing like a plane, engulfed by Mary Jane Hogging a lane like Deebo, bo'guard

song. You better ask fuckin' more so ya'll niggaz learn. I cry for this paper, shake a nigga down for his paper. These underacheiven' niggaz always hate

[Ali] C'mon, oooooooooooooooooooh, no, yo (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) Hey, uh, it's Lee I'm amazin', original Asian Lime blazin'