Ziploc City - GET THE PAPER

I've been in this thing for years Showed love to my peers
Now I think it's time we kick it high gear, I show you respect, I never give fear
And if that check don't clear, I'm ghost like SP
Bitch nigga don't test me, I'm waiting for this chick to come check me

Just follow the recipe If you don't text then you can't sex me
it's impossible for you to get next to me You must have a reason
If your shit hot, then my shit hotter Don Dada, top dolla, top shotta
Flow proper, City never with the drama

She gon' ride cause she's a rider, Slip my finger up inside her She give me that oochie walla
While we listening to Prada Mama told you I'm the Don Dada
Holla, I'm in the club like I'm the Don father Me and Lord Dotto connect
I stay blessed on the musical tip Turn on your screen this aint a musical bitch
It's a motion picture

May God protect you, I wash my hands, I sanitize
When face to face I don't socialize, I analyze
I see you niggas it's fake, It's no debate
It's something I can't shake, It's something I can't relate

And when I start getting the shakes I start doing a dance
You in the trance, You ain't got no chance
If you talking 914, Then you in good hands
It's me and Yaya, and there's Tay-Tay band Shout out to Jonny though

Inspired by the ones that was before me, Never wonder well why you niggas adore me
Matter fact I wonder why all you niggas so boring?
Sitting on the benches while all my niggas is scoring

Encore, know my flow is so alluring
When it comes to performing, Girl I grill em' like George Foreman
Never unperform when it's on, Let's get the paper
Never unperform when it's on, Let's get the paper

Written by:
DIMETRIUS HUDSON

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