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Hopeless Romantic (feat. Swae Lee)

de Paul Wall

I got the screw tape playing in the deck
so i drive slowly got them swangers pokin
yeh the slab hold me
[X4] Everybody know me

Cooler than fan money in my hand
stash in thn brown paper bags with them rubberbands
i ain't got tsay nothing...
[X4] Everybody know me

Ballin' is habbit that money i gota have it
i'm an addict for that paper my hustle is automatic
my presence is so jerassic the lanes is so tragic
i'm lightin that cali paper so i'm higer than the attic
i'm choppin up the block like a garbage disposal
so the the bible propostition and indesent proposal
i'm cool like popsicla been grinden since i was little
on this pool picnaratin the proverbs and riddles
i'm fresh like green bananas and fly like contenental
'cause i stay up on my grind late night like jimmy kimmel
in that palmagranted slam with that roof convert
five stars under the skirts call it famous foot work
that cali is active when lil kekee got that chesly
tiltin' that bumper kit im flipin with the screensly
ridin with the big dog we breakin' off sipin that stuff
to cure my cough pardon me i'm throwed off..

Chorus:
Roll it up smoke it up break it up throught it up
speed it up slow it up cut it up screw it up
do it up who involved do it to em uncle dog
everywhere i flown and gone been know to bounce some bars
enterouge thing in charge i could never camaflouge
doggy do it extra large coppin to a lesser charge
paul wall your next in charge s is hard rappin hard
dressin hard techin hard blastem like
i'm a bad mother im the only rapper know by your grandmother
and your preacher and yoru teacher aint that a trip
moshi moshi acagauru aint that a bitch thats japanese
lil homie you should learn to mingle see snoop dogg is international and bilingle
im in the game got the fame and the money mayne and
everybody know my motherfuckin name

Chourus:
Correct me if im wrong but goddamn i'm fly
in my famous stars and stripes no suit no tie
i got the heavy starch grease so i'm sharp as an ice pick
i'm swangin and bangin and holdin rain like a vice grip
i'm high as a cielin fan and fly as superman
i'm hot as a fryin pan cause baby i'm the man
i'm leanin like a kick stand stackin up them grands from to batan that wood grain in my hand
roll it up and pass it as i cruise through traffic
slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic
i'm superseedin my quata out collectin the dimes
my speech slured cause im leanin like a half passed 9
im tippin dime on them craigers im skatin like devin harford
with the trunk full of speakers beatin hard like travis barker the money in the stash paid for made stack im swangin till the fos clack drinkin codine next track

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