Name: paperboy
Channel: Dj-Trap
Description: License options are available for this song. Super dope beat! mp3-only 99 cents, mp3/pro-20.00 USD, wave files 45.00 USD, flp. and project bones 99.00 USD, Dj Trap drum and synth kit 9.99 USD. For exclusive purchasing options contact Victor Gray (209)684-4123

paperboy

Mc 'Head Trauma

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Super dope beat! mp3-only 99 cents, mp3/pro-20.00 USD, wave files 45.00 USD, flp. and project bones 99.00 USD, Dj Trap drum and synth kit 9.99 USD. For exclusive purchasing options contact Victor Gray (209)684-4123

alternative clean hard hitting no tags 808 hats 4 snarz 7 synths 8 kick drums 22in kick

Mc 'Head Trauma

MC Trauma is an artist on the new, Nor-Cal trap explosion. As a first year CEO, entrpenuer and producer of hip-hop, R&B, and EDM, Trauma is ready for the bi

In the past year this artist has produced over 140 instrumentals with several charting in thier respective genere'.s

Song Info

Genre

R&B • Smooth R&B

Charts

Peak #57

Peak in subgenre #13

Author

Dj-Trap

Rights

August 2016

Uploaded

August 14, 2016

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.1 MB • 160 kbps • 3:37

Story behind the song

Tba

Lyrics

Lord help me cause I'm falling.
Tumbling to my doom,
Through the trees;
I hear you calling.
You gave me bars, 
and kept me  wet;
so I can spit right.
You  gave me everything I need, 
to keep my game tight, 
and act  right.
        I'm strolling in my Lexus,
my ex just came from Texas;
she's got a lot of anger cause,
her friend just tried to hex us..
So I drove her to the bay,
it' time to work,
no time for play.
I'll write a check that's how I pay',
for dirty sex that's why I stay;
with exes.
       Exes, my exes', my dirty little hoes from Texas;
       the one's that took me to the park,
       and showed me what success is.
        
        It's all about the money, 
        not a college degree;
        I'm out here working hard with niggas,
        working hard for me you see.
              Lord help me cause I'm falling.
Tumbling to my doom,
Through the trees;
I hear you calling.
You gave me bars, 
and kept me  wet;
so I can spit right.
You  gave me everything I need, 
to keep my game tight, 
and act  right.
         Exes, my exes', my dirty little hoes from Texas;
       the one's that took me to the park,
       and showed me what success is.
        
        It's all about the money, 
        not a college degree;
        I'm out here working hard with niggas,
        working hard for me you see.

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