|
|
C-bo - Paper Made Lyrics
|
Send "Paper Made" Ringtone to your Cell 
|
Paper Made lyrics
[C-Bo]
My whole crew is platinum
Quick to throw it down with Magnums
We ain't duckin' when the guns start blastin'
What's happenin'
West Coast rollin', Benjamins foldin'
Nigga bank accounts holdin', more loot than the jews
And I just stepped fresh up out some county blues
Had me all on the news, cuz I'm gettin' my paper
And my goal life now is livin' it major
Coppin' Crystal, Champagne
I'm in the 'Natti with the blow brains
Leavin' my mansion up in Spokane
The dope Game, was lovely
Out with the flip rollos and drop Benzes when they clucked me
Now the haters wanna mug me, cuz I'm AMG kid candy on some dub leech
But f**k them tricks cuz they haters
They stick out like short thumbs around Playaz
[Chorus 2x]
All I wanna do is get my paper straight
Roll up highways sideways out the gates
Luxury livin' baddest women and I'm straight
Back up with the flames BIT*H
I'm Paper Made
[C-Bo]
I still scream 'f**k the World' _Til My Casket Drop_
I give a f**k about parole and these bastard cops
He could see me on TV coat with two glocks and a P
Cuz some bit*h nigga snitched on me down in Cincinnati
I bet the bit*h thought he had me
Ain't that a bit*h how niggaz trip
That nigga must have been smokin' the cavi
I won't rest until my 'Natti niggaz get him
Run up in him hit him with a blade up of in his kidney
And leave him face down, real niggaz don't play around
Paralyze that motherf**ker from the waste down
Cuz he's a bit*h turned snitch on the next nigga
On sight I'm takin' his life with the Tec trigga
And give a f**k about his kid, cuz he didn't give a f**k about mine
When I was servin' my bid
I knew he was a flunky, punk nigga dressed like a junkie
Runnin' around with a pound of bunk weed
[Chorus 2x]
[C-Bo]
See I'm all about the cash fool
Blast to get a mill and I keep it real fool
I owe court and the streets, f**k a deal
Wanna see me cuffed and stuck in the back seat of a cop car
When I got jewels and pull more strings on a good tar/guitar than a rock star
Cop car by the UB wanna do me down like Doobie
Straight haters is what you fools be
Hangin' on my balls like newbies
You do three's dumped outta trees is how we do these
Enemies when we WC 'em down like my crew be
Pack heaters nonetheless and now better leave his
Bulletproof vest down in the Beemer
Hit 'em up we lead 'em then streetsweap 'em
We don't need 'em
That nigga's a bit*h like Ru Paul
Whipped his with his as* you'll be sold like blue balls
We some murderers, haven't ya heard of the straight killa
All black, the realest on the map, mission to get the millas
Y'all best off feel me, a motherf**kin' real G
In this sh*t Paper Made til they kill me kill me
[Chorus 2x]
C-bo Paper Made lyrics are provided by;
| Send "Paper Made" Ringtone to your Cell 
|
Correct Paper Made Lyrics Help Us By Submitting New C-bo Songs C-bo Paper Made Lyrics Return to C-bo Main Page
|
|
Top Artists
Boehse Onkelz Lyrics Michael Jackson Lyrics Beatles Lyrics Beach Boys Lyrics Jay-z Lyrics Britney Spears Lyrics Coldplay Lyrics Three 6 Mafia Lyrics Blink 182 Lyrics Green Day Lyrics Avril Lavigne Lyrics Evanescence Lyrics Usher Lyrics Pink Lyrics Led Zeppelin Lyrics Hilary Duff Lyrics Linkin Park Lyrics Christina Aguilera Lyrics Rihanna Lyrics Kelly Clarkson Lyrics Beyonce Lyrics Chris Brown Lyrics Alicia Keys Lyrics Black Eyed Peas Lyrics Miley Cyrus Lyrics Lil Wayne Lyrics Justin Timberlake Lyrics Pussycat Dolls Lyrics Gwen Stefani Lyrics Nelly Furtado Lyrics Kiss Lyrics 50 Cent Lyrics Mike Jones Lyrics Lady Gaga Lyrics Ciara Lyrics Katy Perry Lyrics Jamie Foxx Lyrics Leona Lewis Lyrics Gym Class Heroes Lyrics Jordin Sparks Lyrics Cassie Lyrics Daughtry Lyrics Flo Rida Lyrics Fergie Lyrics Edith Piaf Lyrics Elvis Presley Lyrics Amy Winehouse Lyrics Eminem Lyrics Bob Dylan Lyrics Hannah Lyrics
|