La Fuego - PAPER CHASE (feat. Tripsta)

Ride for all my bros
Drip hard like a hose
Mobbing with the gang, like we animals
High off life, mix the dirty with the edibles
Sacrifice everything this is the life we chose
Bro told me that he got me, he don't leave without the sticky
Hella young but in my city, they call me the OG
Ice cold, change the weather make it chilly (Ice cold)
I make her laugh so she tell me that I'm silly (Okay, Ye!)

Before I met her she used to go both ways
I've been praying on my knees for better days
Money on my mind I'm on on the paper chase
Rolling jets, taking take flight like paper planes
You can't stop me
Bad bitch gimme toppy
Make it dance, now she twerking on my body
Whipping fast, zooming past, la Ferrari
I swear shawty ride me like a Harley
Smoking like a Rasta, Bob Marley
You cannot compare to nobody

Ride for all my bros
Drip hard like a hose
Mobbing with the gang, like we're animals
High off life, mix the dirty with the edibles
Sacrifice everything this is the life we chose
Bro told me that he got me he don't leave without a sticky
Hella young but in my city, they call me the OG
Ice cold, change the weather make it chilly (Ice cold)
I make her laugh so she tell me that I'm silly

I am not no clone this is my world so you ain't built for this
I'm sticking to my roots I'll cook the beat up like it's beetroot
Any rapper wanna beef I'll add them to the menu
Ain't no rapper got my back cause they don't have no spines
Don't put them on the microphone they micro on their lines
Your music is the best, yes!
For wiping my ass
Everybody left here thinking that you're right
Do you know the meaning of literal sacrifice?
Karma's beat died
It was murdered by La Fuego, I am not the guy
Don't put me in a cell, the android niggas gonna die
I'm too charged up, the bars are chilling on cloud nine

Ride for all my bros
Drip hard like a hose
Mobbing with the gang, like we're animals
High off life, mix the dirty with the edibles
Sacrifice everything this is the life we chose
Bro told me that he got me he don't leave without a sticky
Hella young but in my city, they call me the OG
Ice cold, change the weather make it chilly
I make her laugh so she tell me that I'm silly (Okay!)

Written by:
Nelson Jr. Rodriques, Sean Savage

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