Paper Cuts (with J. Cole) - Bas
Paper Cuts (with J. Cole) - Bas
Paper Cuts (with J. Cole) - Bas Lyrics
Yeah, I suppose
Made my mistakes, you know how it goes
Yeah, I've been told
"You got what it takes to be great"
Nigga, you dumb?
Paper cuts from all of the paper that's under my thumb
Countin' up, shit, I remember days
when a nigga had none of those
Now we up, got some regrets
and I don't remember none of those
I live with mine, it's do or die
Bitch, is you dumb?
Paper cuts from all of the paper that's under my thumb
Countin' up, shit, I remember days
when a nigga had none of those
Now we up, got some regrets
and I don't remember none of those
I live with mine, it's do or die, yeah
Don't let me get too ahead of me, niggas'll never get close
Hop in the new 911, the Phantom, I had to get ghost
Pockets on swole, racks and racks on poles
Wishes was full of some shit that I wanted
I had to get (Wanted, I had to get)
Never make deals with the devil
the devil be dealin' them souls
I ain't no thief, I jump on the scene, I'm stealin' the show
I am OT, just for the week, like fifty a show
Yeah, I suppose
Made my mistakes, you know how it goes
Yeah, I've been told
"You got what it takes to be great"
Nigga, you dumb?
Paper cuts from all of the paper that's under my thumb
Countin' up, shit, I remember days
when a nigga had none of those
Now we up, got some regrets
and I don't remember none of those
I live with mine, it's do or die
Bitch, is you dumb?
Paper cuts from all of the paper that's under my thumb
Countin' up, shit, I remember days
when a nigga had none of those
Now we up, got some regrets
and I don't remember none of those
I live with mine, it's do or die, yeah
Glacier on my wrist feel like the North Pole
Duckin' for the Tom, I feel like Brady
And I'm fightin' back, I feel like Tyson
I bet you don't know a nigga that feel like me
Glacier on my wrist feel like the North Pole
Duckin' for the Tom, I feel like Brady (Brady)
And I'm fightin' back, I feel like Tyson
I bet you don't know a nigga (Nigga, you dumb?)
You will never hear from me again
give me five hundred million
And you will never hear from me again (Nigga, you won't)
You will never hear from me again, let me take my children
And you will never hear from me, never hear from me, uh
See, I'm headstrong, kept on through the fall
stepped on all them niggas tryna dim my light, dim my light
See, I'm headstrong, kept on through the fall
stepped on all them niggas tryna dim my light (Yeah)
dim my light
Yeah, I suppose
Made my mistakes, you know how it goes
Yeah, I've been told
"You got what it takes to be great"
Nigga, you dumb?
Paper cuts from all of the paper that's under my thumb
Countin' up, shit, I remember days
when a nigga had none of those
Now we up, got some regrets
and I don't remember none of those
I live with mine, it's do or die
Bitch, is you dumb?
Paper cuts from all of the paper that's under my thumb
Countin' up, shit, I remember days
when a nigga had none of those
Now we up, got some regrets
and I don't remember none of those
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