Dex Kwasi - Paper Chaser Lyrics

Kodeine Kwasi
Mega OD yea

You a paper chaser, got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz, and got it bussin out the mud

I had to spit this on a language u already know
If it ain't got that 808 then you don't hear me though
I know your type I know your kind I know what you about
You think your hood is everythang until you move out town
And when you come right back you know you gon be talking shit
Yo homeys say that you done changed you on some foreign shh
The black girls say you only fuck the white bitch
And when you meet up with your plug he change the prices
And everywhere you seem to turn your enemies around
They got the word that you been claiming you the king of town
They say you snitched on one of they partners they willing to do everything in the power
They come 30 deep in they hand with the choppa
They don't give a damn about nada just Blocka blocka blocka

You a paper chaser, got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz, and got it bussin out the mud
You a paper chaser, got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz, and get to juuggin get to bussin whoa whoa

Kwasi, Legend of Juice Lee
Richboy, I'ma throw some D
Don't leave, baby girl don't leave
Right before, I throw your wrist on freeze
Don't start it, my shooters don't miss targets
They counted me out, but now I'm just getting started
Whoa whoa How many flows?
Whoa whoa, how many hoes?
Whoa whoa how many shows?
Nigga you know
If you don't know i'ma show you
When they wanna get they roll on, I'm they go to
Baby dancing with no clothes on thats what she want do
I ain't had to tell her nothing cuz thats what she gon do

You a paper chaser, got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz, and got it bussin out the mud
You a paper chaser, got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz, and get to juuggin get to bussin whoa whoa

Kwasi, Legend of Juice Lee
Richboy, I'ma throw some D
Don't leave, baby girl don't leave
Right before, I throw your wrist on freeze whoa whoa