โหลดเพลง mp3 Paper Soldiers (feat. Goo Glizzy & DF Gizzle) - Shy Glizzy

Paper Soldiers (Clean) - Shy Glizzy/DF Gizzle/Goo Glizzy
Yeah mob mob mob mob

GG for life suckers

30 30 30 30 30 30 yeah yeah
Yeah
B**ches they ain't sh*t yeah b**ches on my dick yeah
Niggas broke as sh*t yeah I can't hit a lick yeah
Check my criminal history ni**a I ain't never snitched nope
Ridin' with that stick yeah p**sy don't get hit yeah
Look at me I'm rich b**ch you ain't think I'll make it far
Ah
My niggas really hit sh*t ni**a GG is the mob
Mob mob
Ni**a don't test me I might throw your a** a lob
You know they call me Jefe I can give your a** a job
Wa
That ni**a was my homie then he turned into an opp
Opp
We ran into his homies shot they a** up with the Glocks
Styrofoam on me b**ch you know I'm sippin' wop
That trap phone for my junkies and the homies who got locked
30 30 on me baby I won't never lie
30 that's my brodie know he always got my back
Niggas tryna be Glizzy they ain't even got no straps
In competition with me you ain't even got no racks
Been swingin' them choppers like a ni**a from the 'Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier
Get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
She told me get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
B**ch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that's really with it you better quit it I thought I told you
Better get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
Get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
I been chasing money b**ch I got a hundred stacks
Everybody gotta go I can't get my 30 back
Hundred grams takin' one watch how quick I bounce back
If you ever cross the mob ain't no f**kin' coming back
I'm a gangster I'm a soldier I got sales on Minnesota
I'm really thugging I can show you
F**k feelings my heart frozen
Every time we go and expose you
Don't act stupid you know the motive
I just pray and keep it on me
When I pray it's even on me
You know I'm pistol packin' shawty get it clappin' like the 'Nolia
Ain't no lackin' b**ch I'm strapped up every day I'm loaded
He took one of my kind so forever b**ch I owe it
The streets or in the jail ni**a I remain a soldier
Mob
Been swingin' them choppers like a ni**a from the 'Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier
Get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
She told me get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
B**ch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that's really with it you better quit it I thought I told you
Better get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
Get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
B**ch I'm in LA sippin' Wockhardt with Philly
Smoking big blunts of gelato boy this high don't go away
Man they took my dog away yeah they took my heart away
Homicide on my line I'ma learn the harder way
B**ch I'm sliding every day this ain't slide no way
Dropping thirty for 30 got 'bout twenty more to spray
Mama say she stressin' crazy 'bout me all she do is pray
Ask the Lord to forgive me hope he wash these sins away
'Cause I been swinging that chopper like a ni**a from the 'Nolia
I been about that action I know them niggas done told you
See I ain't here to hold you really never over
It's Glizzy Gang bring it to you like we owe you
Been swingin' them choppers like a ni**a from the 'Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier
Get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
She told me get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
B**ch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that's really with it you better quit it I thought I told you
Better get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier
Soldier
Get that get that get that get that get that paper soldier