Chris Brown - Paperwork lyrics

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Chris Brown - Paperwork lyrics

Let's talk about it, let's talk about it for one second Shouldn't that had been in a real world, the d**h blow? The guy who's proclaiming to be the roughest, toughest don dava, bully You got beat up and spoked up and you ran to the precinct and press charges on us And you took on all the protection That's like your baby mama does And you say, “I smell p***y,” it's you Paperwork, haha All these n***as signin' paperwork, p***y You gon' make us put you on a shirt, p***y All these n***as signin' paperwork, p***y, yeah Put your bread up I wanna take that fade I don't gotta f**k your hoe I'ma just take your chain B***h, I'm fed up F**k yo' set you claim Pull up right now P***y n***a, let's do this thing Y'all n***as ain't bangers Y'all n***as ain't players You don't do no favors Y'all n***as ain't gangsters Y'all n***as just betas Y'all n***as ain't alpha's Keep throwin' up fingers Make you eat one of them fingers Gon' doubt us S**t be brazy S**t be wild, wild None of y'all tellin' the truth, damn I see the b***h all in you, bang You better be ready to shoot, yeah Or better be ready to move, damn Jarheads with the warhead Wakin' you up from my mini van Yeah, yeah, I'ma make bail A p***y n***a, you about to tell Paperwork, haha All these n***as signin' paperwork, p***y You gon' make us put you on a shirt, p***y All these n***as signin' paperwork, p***y, yeah Mula, alright n***as snitchin', n***as b**hin' n***as snakin', n***as hissin' That's how p**ys end up missin' Oh, did I forget to mention? I was 14 on this mission I was 16 with extended clips Smith & Wesson wouldn't grip Pistol on me, hollow tips k** a n***a, no attempt Shoot a n***a in the head Dye his tips, let it drip Put his body in a box Ship it out from the Fifth Mail that s**t to his Momma Or his Pops as a gift, yeah n***as be rattin' on me n***as be tellin' on me n***as be gangster, tell him he gangster Now I'm a failin' homie I hit the gang from Tunechi I be from mailin' homie, quit I done laid the work And I don't do paper work, yeah P***y, haha All these n***as signin' paperwork, p***y You gon' make us put you on a shirt, p***y All these n***as signin' paperwork, p***y, yeahhh.