Chink OTR - Newspaper

Ou yea yea
Ou yea yea
Enh enhhh
Enh enhhh
Enh enhh
I was just sitting here thinking like
I seen your name in the newspaper
Aye
This one for you
Ouu

I saw the newspaper
And your name was in it
Said you was stabbed to death
Oh I'll never forget it
And we was broke as fuck and I thought we was winning
Ain't have a care in the world
Smoke is up the sky the limit
(Yea yea yea)
Hard headed and pretty
Had a iPhone full of bitches
Used to be duchies and dirt
But everything I hit is strong pow
Nobody call when your back against the wall
Now everywhere I'm at it be going down
I saw the newspaper
And your name was in it
Said you was stabbed to death
Oh I'll never forget it
And we was broke as fuck and I thought we was winning
Ain't have a care in the world
Smoke is up the sky the limit
(Yea yea yea)
Hard headed and pretty
Had a iPhone full of bitches
Used to be duchies and dirt
But everything I hit is strong pow
Nobody call when your back against the wall
Now everywhere I'm at it be going down

Nulanguage what the fuck that I got on now
Take me away
It's pouring down
Heart of gold with no one around
They say you get lost until you get found
Open
Sometimes you gotta celebrate
Let's have a toast then
I was somewhere sipping on the rocks when I wrote this
Fired up, blowing down
I'm the one they wanna call on now

I saw the newspaper
And your name was in it
Said you was stabbed to death
Oh I'll never forget it
And we was broke as fuck and I thought we was winning
Ain't have a care in the world
Smoke is up the sky the limit
(Yea yea yea)
Hard headed and pretty
Had a iPhone full of bitches
Used to be duchies and dirt
But everything I hit is strong pow
Nobody call when your back against the wall
Now everywhere I'm at it be going down
I saw the newspaper
And your name was in it
Said you was stabbed to death
Oh I'll never forget it
And we was broke as fuck and I thought we was winning
Ain't have a care in the world
Smoke is up the sky the limit
(Yea yea yea)
Hard headed and pretty
Had a iPhone full of bitches
Used to be duchies and dirt
But everything I hit is strong pow
Nobody call when your back against the wall
Now everywhere I'm at it be going down

Written by:
Alexis Harris

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