zaterdag 2 januari 2010
Midnight rush, with a pen in my hand/Dinkin Lincoln, sand-script with a fan/Remembering me, before it began/Sometimes I felt so Def in the Jam/Cuz the ones who loved me, told me to stop/Like homegirl can't catch shit if it drops/A superwoman chick, you know that I am/Some shit don’t fly by me in a man/Cuz I do not accept any less/Than someone just as real, as fabulous/Don’t want no PAPER GANGSTA/Won’t sign away my life to someone whose got the flavor/But don’t have no follow through/Don’t want no PAPER GANGSTA/Wont sign no monkey papers/I don’t do funny business/Not interested in fakers/Don’t want no PAPER GANGSTA/Oo ohhhh/Don’t want no PAPER GANGSTA/Oo ohhh/Got something really shiny to start/Want me to sign there on your Range Rover heart?/I’ve heard it before/Yeah, the dinners were nice/Till your diamond words melted into some ice/You should been rapping to the beat of my song Mr. California, PAPER GANGSTA and I’m lookin’ for love, not an empty page full of stuff that means nothing but“you’ve been played”/Cuz I do not accept any less/Than someone just as real, as fabulous.
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