Bluzi Bythaway - Leap x Year (feat. Southside Lucc)

Yea
Pistols and Pyrex's nigga
Ok
It's bluzi
Got my Nigga Lucc Bucc in this bitch
R.T.E

Money on my mind multi million dollar mind state
Twin nine's on a nigga side cause the time ain't
Vehemently irate if a hater violate
All you hear is violins ambulance sirens
Money is my bitch and my baby so inspiring
Yeah yeah you know a nigga got it
What you trying to spend
Higher than a flight attendant riding on a pilots chin
Missed my flight 848
I know they want to tie him in
Hotter then the iron man
I only fuck with iron men
Solid
My alma mater hard knock college
No scholarships
But I gained accolades from my accomplishments
Tomorrow ain't promised
But a dollar is you dig

So I'm bout my paper
Twenty-four seven
Three sixty-five
Three sixty-six in a leap year
So I'm bout my paper
So about my paper
So about my
So I'm bout my
So About my paper

Bitch I'm bout my paper
Yeah I'm bout my loose leaf
Everyday I hit it hard call that shit a two peice
Living for the buffet
Fish scale soufflé
Informants trying to track the birds
Send them on a goose chase
Haters coming side ways
Out of line
Blu's straight
Shooters come in fews and remove a niggas toupee
Blowing A-K forty-seven yeah I call it Uday
Revenue made everybody feel me like a toothache
Suitcase gym bags tax paid we the best
Get back skills never fail like a teachers pet
Smart nigga he's a threat
Ball hard beat the press
Whole team rooting for a G success yes

So I'm bout my paper
Twenty-four seven
Three sixty-five
Three sixty-six in a leap year
So I'm bout my paper
So about my paper
So about my
So I'm bout my
So About my paper

Written by:
Jamel Phillips, Jejuan Bradshaw

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