Lyrics Paper Lovee – 25 Rounds

Gang Gang
Chain on, shit
We say Squad
Paper Lovee say ‘Set1, nigga!

Drop top, ridin’ ’round
30 shots, 5 rounds left
On a 25 down, 25 rounds
Drop top, ridin’ ’round
30 shots, 5 rounds left
On a 25 down, 25 rounds

100 shots, 10 left
90 in that nigga chest
Catch me in the projects
With your wifey on my nigga dick
100 shots, 10 left
90 in that nigga chest
Catch me in the projects
With your wifey on my nigga dick

This Louis V duffle
Then I’m all Gucci, double G
They know not to fuck with me
At first, how I walk in, then they talkin’ normal
Walkin’, now I keep me some Voss with me
Really don’t give a fuck ’bout it
Got a truck out it, pull it around I go drown in it
Blood strong, got much power
And Rush Hour, told ’em ‘Try to Chris Tucker me»

Cookies residue strong like gun powder
Fall in love with a bitch, nah that was the drugs
Mason Margiela, thought he hit in her Uggs

Boy, I know that you believe it’ll be 100 shots
You’ll see, you gon’ get a eulogy, even if it was Scuba Steve
Shots fired, man down, yeah I’ma pop him like 2 or 3
Paranoid, got a gun, but you don’t know I got 2 of these
Pop Perccocet, certain kind of pills make me feel like I work the best
Put 100 rounds around my shoulder, found more chains
Then I might’ve went and hurt my neck

Drop top, ridin’ ’round
30 shots, 5 rounds left
On a 25 down, 25 rounds
Drop top, ridin’ ’round
30 shots, 5 rounds left
On a 25 down, 25 rounds

100 shots, 10 left
90 in that nigga chest
Catch me in the projects
With your wifey on my nigga dick
100 shots, 10 left
90 in that nigga chest
Catch me in the projects
With your wifey on my nigga dick

Chains on, rings on, I could rap
But I’ma get my sing on
It ain’t over, no the sun gon’ shine
When the fuckin’ rain gone
If s ok though, they don’t let my voice
Bleed til the pain gone
See, I feel like just because this feel right
That don’t mean it ainl wrong

Chains on, white diamonds on my face
Lookin’ like an angel
Pocket rock, $1, 000 bottle, $300 sprays though
Lay low, switch my stilo, I was ridin’ in a Range Rover
Draco, arm out the Durango
I get a nigga brains blown
Don’t try to speak over me, now when I talk
I’ma put his thoughts on the motherfuckin’ sidewalk
Get a nigga chalked out, boxed out
I ainl nothin’ else for us to talk ’bout
Brazy in my DM’s make a nigga log out
Instagram gonna put a nigga in the dog house
Leash on the AK, man will bring the dog out
Too many niggas talkin’ out the teeth out of your mouth

Drop top, ridin’ ’round
30 shots, 5 rounds left
On a 25 down, 25 rounds
Drop top, ridin’ ’round
30 shots, 5 rounds left
On a 25 down, 25 rounds

100 shots, 10 left
90 in that nigga chest
Catch me in the projects
With your wifey on my nigga dick
100 shots, 10 left
90 in that nigga chest
Catch me in the projects
With your wifey on my nigga dick, huh!