Tekst:
The Paper Chase And All The Candy You Can Eat

do you like it, how do you like it Now you know now The horror is in our hands The hands that hold our hearts down Into the oven you go And that's

right back nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Birdman] With a leader Sprite, two liter Watch with the meter Nigga couldn't see her Nigga want to eat her Nigga you can eat her Money you can

all I know I'm trying to get all this dough I try to say If you want me, come and get me The clock keep on ticking and the countdown is on My paper keep

Tao Who want to get it? You all acquitted. You need to quit it. Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets. It's sorta tricky the way you wanna

becoming part of the light And you, you goin' to be the biggest mark at the fight I never understood what made you think you was handlin' You half-ass

m becoming part of the light And you, you goin' to be the biggest mark at the fight I never understood what made you think you was handlin' You half-ass