Testo Getting Paper - Twista feat. Dra Day
Testo della canzone Getting Paper (Twista feat. Dra Day), tratta dall'album The Dark Horse
You ever seen what a real nigga look like
Sittin' in a Lamborghini lower than a black van
With a pocket full of money lookin' for a honey
Stuntin' and never trippin' on nothin' cause I got that
Exclusive taste, chase paper, capers on my resume
And where I lay might get a little bit lonely
On the grind so I be missin' the feelin' of a woman
Touchin' me and layin' all up on me
But I see you got the make-up and the tendencies
And complete understandin' that a nigga gotta work
Even though she be havin' a attitude
I tell her, "You ain't gotta curse, baby, I'm about a purse"
I feel like she a fly bitch
The only one I wanna see in fly kicks
And I want her to be mine
So I spit her some game from a nigga guaranteed to die rich
You can be my ride or die chick
I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
You so bad, you so damn thick
And I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
I be on my shit
I be on my shit
I be on my shit
You so bad, you so damn thick
And I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
Go 'head and put it where you wanna put it
And while you at it, let me get some footy
And it ain't no need for you askin' me, "Could it?"
Cause when we get in our mode, I'mma show you how good it
Gets, because I be on my shit
And I be doin' my thang
Nobody better than this
Come if you ready to hang
You wanna be with the twist?
Would you be with it if I wanna travel and take you into the abyss?
Give me the word and I'mma cuff
Cause I be feelin' like we both been waitin' long enough
You got the loud pack pussy, other bitches huff
Deep inside, sweet and sexy but you act tough
That's what I need on my team
Somebody gettin' it that I can fuck and spoil with some fly shit
And I really feel like she can be my sidekick
My gettin' high chick, my ride or die chick
You can be my ride or die chick
I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
You so bad, you so damn thick
And I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
I be on my shit
I be on my shit
I be on my shit
You so bad, you so damn thick
And I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
I know you can tell by the thirties that I'm sittin' on
Take a whiff of this shit, this Dolce
Mix it up with the purp, it's okay
Later on I'm free to lay, lay
Lay anywhere you want
Just say the word and I swear that it's gon' be on
I be on my jungle shit, baby, no lie
Make you like an animal from the backside
Got the bomb shit, shorty, that'll change your life
You can do whatever if you grind
Hold up, wait a minute
She's in love, and I'm in it
No pullin' out, I'mma finish
You can be my ride or die chick
I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
You so bad, you so damn thick
And I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
I be on my shit
I be on my shit
I be on my shit
You so bad, you so damn thick
And I be on my shit
I be gettin' paper, paper girl
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Writer(s): Carl Terrell Mitchell, Michael Moore, Denicole L. Russell
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