Newspaper lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I wanna kiss you

[Verse 1]
Made and album in the kitchen
And they cherished it
She went salty on a n*gga
I embarrassed her

[Hook]
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Newspaper say I got a lot of problems
New b*tch says she’s loyal and she’s honest
I could really give a f*ck ‘bout all the drama
I was always the n*gga to pour the codeine in the fanta
Living life how I wanna
I’m the n*gga she wanted

[Verse 2]
And all you n*ggas weird
I can smell it
And all you n*ggas family
Let them tell it
And all that sh*t you told the b*tch
When I ain’t around I heard it
These n*ggas [?]
So I go out and earn it
I f*cked around
And turned up on them when they wasn’t looking
I sold this sh*t all by lonely
All for half a perky
That’s my n*gga
That’s my n*gga
Yeah I swear I’m vouching
Ima blow up
Ima blow up
Whatever the option is
I swear to God
That he’ll be blinded by a thirsty n*gga
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Peach mango slush bubble tea
With rainbow jelly
I got every race of women
Blowing up my celly
I had every type of fake friend you could imagine
Spent the stacks
So I could sleep on tempurpedic mattress
Balenciaga [?]
I went and got designer for my girl
I seen her make a ticket in them heels
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I don’t know how you got caught
My generation in a jail
Free my n*gga
Free my n*gga
Yeah I swear I’m vouching
Ima make it
Ima make my n*ggas sitting proud
I swear to god
I get it cracking like a sunflower
How the f*ck you get a mansion
Out of ThraxxHouse
How the hell he get a foreign
With no help around
Lived by the beach
n*gga, but you grew up blessed
I’m moving closer to the water off of straight finesse
I just got back from Texas
Last time I bought the xanny
I ain’t feel it cause I’m really stressin’
I guess I got the city
Waiting of my shoulders
My ‘lil n*gga get ‘yo ice
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pus*y n*gga do whatever for exposure
I got a whole pack of n*ggas
Selling yola
Got a quarter ounce of n*ggas
Looking for that lick
Break it down
Break it down
Get that swisher split
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And go and cop a fit
You really need to think
About what ‘yo options is
[Hook]
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Newspaper say I got a lot of problems
New b*tch says she’s loyal and she’s honest
I could really give a f*ck ‘bout all the drama
I was always the n*gga to pour the codeine in the fanta
Living life how I wanna
I’m the n*gga she wanted