J.R. Writer
J.R. Writer - Where You At lyrics
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Ok, Who shaper?, there isnt any harder{no} You feeling me a R uh, ain't no getting any further {than what? } than this Banana clips, it's a military armour That'll take your wig off like a military barber {BLAH} When I clap clap clap that ass {BLAH} Put the mac on him fast {clap clap} Make em' forget about turn you a "blast from the past" {ha} That's just half of the math I'll pop your casket and laugh Put money in the bag, now that's a "bag full of cash" {chi-ching} Check this swagger I flash It'll make the party riot {riot}, soon as I step in the spot you see I'm harlems flyest {writer! } I'll get you off, you try it While I'm at the furthest highest {how? } I don't lift a joint, you swear I'm getting off a writers A make your broad excited, how a nigga cuase a crisis {yo} Your tuning to the future there's no need to call a psychic {nope} I apes on the track, you playing with scraps Listen pidgeon what I cater is crack Take a pack and relax [Chorus:] Face the facts I'm a ape on the track With major stacks, paper stacked Ain't no greater with raps That hate the cat but face the scrap The boys' playing with crack 'cuase I'm a striaght diplomat Ain't no greater than that Now where you at eastside Where you at westside Where you at southside Where you northside Where you at? I wanna see who repping in here It don't matter where you from put your set in the air I'm where the paper at The paper stack Major scratch The dough look Thicker than the notebook That's what I call a paperback Face the facts I'm a don, so any nigga faking jax I'll lay a stack, and turn his fucking fitted {what? } to a paperhat {BLAH} Take a nap Later scrap You ain't know the bread was major? {huh} My accountant passing bills like a legislature {thank you} That's why I step in gators pissing of these effin haters They yelling step it up, my flow is on a escalator Co-come contest a player Yours is on a respirator {helpless} There ain't a set that's greater Doggie we some regulators {was good? } Who beat who?, see us boo {you see us} I ain't the only 'g' my pockets is g'd up too {chi-ching} My clips can clean up crew, I'll send that clean up through Than send some shots and clean the block on that 3+5 {what's that? } That's a five, sitting high on them big dogs I'm sinking {who? } All day in the class like the kid cuaght detention [Chorus]