Welcome to my page. I am just a regular downtown girl trying to make a name for herself.
Lyrics
What you know about that paper (boi)
Dat paper (boi)
What you know about that paper (boi)
Dar paper (boi)
Dat paper (yup)
Dat paper(yup)
Dat paper (5 x’s )
What you know about that paper dat be all in my hand
Hustling ury day, rappin all the dam same
Rappin is what I do, each and everyday
337 LA is where I stay
We be on the grind to hustle all the time
MizzLena right here, ya kno she a dime
She rap, She rap
She flow, she flow
And that all ya kno
Hattaz leave now ya gotta go
Cuz I got dat paper money
Dat cash boi
I aint messin around, I aint yo toy
Cuz I asked ya befo, what ya kno ,what ya kno
Dat Paper money, dat cash man
All dem thangs, stay da same, same game
Be quiet man, quiet man
Stop right there, don’t say a word
Aint nothing I aint neva heard
Nothin boi, nothing boi, nothing boi , shh
What cha kno bout dat paper (boi)
Dat paper (boi)
Dat paper (boi)
(x’ s 3)
(talking)
Ya aint seen nothing like diz befo
Straight out of the dirty south
And reppin dat berry town
And chuckin da duece
Chuckin dat duece (repeat line)
Nothing really just starting dat big rap game
All da same, like I said befo, act like ya kno
Boy act like ya kno
Ya dig?
Ya heard diz befo, nah start tah jig
Yeah, yeah, yup, gig
Gig ( repeat line)
(talking)
Dats all ya kno bout me right nah
And my paper, cuz I got dat man
Big rollin in dat escalade, sittin on 18’s
Aint great, but still riding clean
Aint tah be mean, get it?, hit it
What cha kno bout dat paper (boi)
Dat paper (boi)
Dat paper (boi)
( x’s 3)
Ova nah
MizzLena did her thang
Haha, here in da big dirty south
Duece!
