Paper Mi$$ion lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
It's a Ferrari to her, to me that's my blue car
Simple sh*t with that, like riding at the Wal-Mart
Triple OG I roll them fat bat, ballparks
Homerun, back upstairs I gotta grab some more Raw
Papers now I'm skyscraper high, admiring the lines of one
Apollonia's body back in 1985
Purple Rain, on my window pane, drizzling a little
No, a lotta hash, 'fore you get that doobie all twisted
Mama, huh?
I'm too lifted up to hear ya, mama
Sound like you said you need a ride
Better call yo homegirl tell her come get you mama
Cuz I'm stuck like thumbtacks to posters
Posted, word to Trade I'm roasted
You know b*tch
Use the phone or there's the door b*tch, go b*tch

[Hook: Curren$y]
And I can't lay up witcha, I'm on my paper mission
Mama you got me twisted, you'll have to report me missin'
I can't lay up witcha, I'm on my paper mission
Mama you got me twisted, you'll have to report me missin'
I can't lay up witcha, I'm on my paper mission
You'll have to report me missin'
I can't lay up witcha, I'm on my paper mission
[Verse 2: Kashflow]
It's a supercharged Z06
But it's faster than a ZR1
I'm Kashflow the God
These other n*ggas is fraud
I'm no holds barred
On that hash oil, rooftop high with a tan broad
Back in '89 I woulda rode her on my handlebars
When I had that (dyno with the black mag, black mag)
Now we in that roller coaster 'Vette, I'm a Six Flags
Sixth ward n*ggas feature me all in my hashtags
Showin' off at car shows, I ain't even met a b*tch
Maybach switching lanes, I ain't even steering it
Knew she was a freak just from her body when I gave her a hug
My younger n*ggas know I got it so I gave 'em a plug
Dip on a b*tch quicker, than the hands of Bruce Lee
I put it in the socket, get it out before it shock me
Ain't no shockin' this G
And if the b*tch still don't get it, I'ma tell em like Spitta

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