Paper Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch 

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit 

But I hit her two weeks ago 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

But I hit her two weeks ago 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch 

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit 

But I hit her two weeks ago 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

But I hit her two weeks ago 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

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On the mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch 

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit 

Straight thug, nigga, most of my life spent 

Was on that black top working that white, bitch 

Shit, it was just 500 for the zip then 

Got a plug and my homeboy chipped in 

I was gunning, seventeen when I bagged up 

Pyrex, work yo mo'fuckin' wrist in 

Turnt up to be turnt down 

It's what the kush for, let's get burnt down 

I've got a muddy cup of that Texas dope 

And that good smoke from that Oaktown, bitch 

100 pounds of the good, what it cost? 

Hit 'em with the ski mask, they get lost 

I don't trick on these hoes 

But I will pay your broke bitch to back up off me 

Drop them drawers, ho, fuck all that talking 

House on my neck, I call that balling 

True shit, it ain't shit like a new bitch 

My old hoes, I don't call that often 

Drop them drawers, ho, fuck all that talking 

House on my neck, I call that balling 

True shit, it ain't shit like a new bitch 

Old hoes, I don't call that often 

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With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch 

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit 

But I hit her two weeks ago 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

But I hit her two weeks ago 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

I hit her two weeks ago, got head in the Jeep before 

Straight bob with this sloppy top, man, this bitch was a freaky ho 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Hurry up, let me beat it, though 

When she ask me to eat it 

I told her, take it or leave it, ho 

Cause this pimping shit in my bones 

Million cash on my mind, bitch 

Snowflakes on that stove, dope fiends on my line, bitch 

Straight hand to hand, east side, on my land I'm the man 

Learned how to chef up them cookies 

Gotta let 'em just dry by the fan 

We keep that chopped up in plastic 

Gotta find a new place to stash it 

Once I ran through my pack 

Hit the club, balled out like a draft pick 

Keep that chopped up in plastic 

Gotta find a new place to stash it 

Once I ran through my pack 

Hit the club, balled out like a draft pick 

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch 

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit 

But I hit her two weeks ago 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke 

But I hit her two weeks ago 

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke