I'd run from a flood, like you know it's understood. That your golden hair was never meant to wear a paper crown, a paper crown, a paper crown, a paper crown
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off Nigga) We just clap and revolve You don't wanna start no drama You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama Yeah We getting paper hear Yeah Got that crown
A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about Now peep
rap Albert Anastasia; you cowards Y'all want the crown from the black power man of Asia Snap out your dreams and prayers of takin a king's paper Ask
get out) Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road (Just follow me, I'll get you there) You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper
like Harlem (Harlem) [Chorus - Young Jeezy & Fat Joe] [Young Jeezy] I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene In black
stop, make it drop for the *** Got a ***, *** your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I said, I meant it King got the crown then sped off wit'
the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I said, I meant it King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
a$$ a$$ a$$ A$$ a$$ a$$ a$$ a$$ Stop?..now make that motherf*cker hammer time like? [Verse 1] Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble I'm st-stacking my paper
out a baby's bottle(syrup)fake niggas relay around em they just tryna se my face up in the paper column mad cause I'm gettin Colin Farel paper chalie
I'm wonderin why [x4] Ah hold up wait a second, Let me think for a second [Lil' Boosie:] Red Bandana, Red Lexus Top notch nigga hoes call me black &
see the flash You ain't ballin', you pump fakin' till you found in ya trunk naked Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?" B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper
Black diamonds and pearls If I ruled the world, baby I ruled the world I'd love all the girls, yes, you, you, you Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black
might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye but screaming where's my award Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY 'Bout to buy a black ghost and
all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that fuckin green, papers what
that's still hot from shots popped back in '88 The black gate where son lay, never made the paper Just another caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light Crown
