Young Thug – Paper Terminator Lyrics



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[Intro]
Guwop and Meechie (say it)
Free them, real legends (yeah)
They took care of the streets
I know they gon’ go to heaven (uhh)
We got London on da track
You wouldn’t think they locked up
The way that they steady blessin’ (oh)
I’ma give them some (oh)
And I’m gon’ ice out both they necklaces (oh)

[Chorus 1]
The terminator, I see paper, I need Vizine (yeah)
I know some Haitians, they say “Sak Pase,” they hyenas (sak pase!)
I know some niggas cut like chefs and they cook Justin Bieber (oh)
I feel like Farrakhan, I want some justice for them people (hey)
Catch up like mustard, DJ Mustard (woah)
If a nigga play with Thugger, repercussion (woah, blatt!)
Got racks up to 87, he’d have leased the Lexus (skrrrr)
2020, Kanye just might win the elections

[Verse 1]
I hope he win & shit!
I’ma win a necklace (Thugger)
I’ma fuck your bestie (hee)
We illegal weapons (woah)
All my niggas treacherous (swea, swea)
Hey! Goin’ out like Elvis Presley (yeah)
I’m already legend (oh)
I’m already rested
Ice on arm, look like a Rollie (oh)
I’ll hit that Ginobili (oh)
Rollie Pollie Ollie (oh)
Remind her of the old me (yeah)
Remind that she gotta fuck my slime
My bro and woadie (sheesh)
You don’t live if you owe me (swea)
Wallet chain like some goldies (ice, bling)
Bitch, you old wiggin’ (cash)
I’ve been told to step it up
She on that old shit (cash)
AP flooded, one of one
And I’m not even sure this it (cash!)
If you fucked her, then she caught it
Yeah, you owe the bitch (brrrrt)
Player, we on OG shit (pimp, chuch!)
Hun-hunnid thousand come on notices (racks, hunna!)
I-I’m a beast, I know I’m Willie B (ahh!)
Hunnid thousand spent and I didn’t notice it
Hey!

[Chorus 2]
The terminator, I see paper, I need Vizine (yeah)
Went got that paper, stacked it up, now I don’t gotta scheme (nah)
We in the kitchen cookin’ up, this ain’t no pot of beans (nah, woo)
Got off my ass, went got that bag, now I supply the team (swea)
Now I’m like mustard, ketchup, mustard (hey)
I’m like “baby, make me nut, or repercussion” (hey)
Put duck sauce and gravy on my racks, they like “okay” (hey)
Found out I fucked his hoe, now he calling me gay (what?)

[Verse 2]
I’m a shot-caller (caller, pots!)
I’m smokin’ gas and that’s that mud (ah, ah)
I’ma put that thumb right in her butt (woah, get it)
My lil girl want me to blow some racks on her (so what you did?)
I had to do it, I had to do it (woo, woo, woo)
She ain’t fuckin’ you like she should (woo, woo, woo)
She pulled up so fresh, and now they like ain’t (woo, woo, woo)
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, I wanna do it (brrrrrrrrtttt)
I put them trees on your head, I wish you wood (wish you would)
I was lookin’ at them Raris yesterday (skrt skrt)
Thinkin’ like two years ago, I got my cars from Chevrolet (swea)
AK-K-K-K-K-K-K (grah! brrr)
SK knock you to the moon, that’s my best day (yah, graw! brrr)
Nigga invasive (sheesh)
We don’t crab, we gon’ go and let the rest play (yeah)
I-I-I’m a bossa! B-O-S-S-A
Who you be? I can’t see
Sportsmanship, you can’t dee
Choppa E, J-E (what?)
Bitch, F-F
1500, Cash Money
All hunnas, watch your step
I will never stop ’til death
We gon’ dab in Molly deal
Hire me a lobster chef
No-no-no, no stoppin’ him! (no)



Ace Hood – Remember



Real life
Ace Hood, yea
We the motherfuckin’ best, huh?
Lil’ bro you know I got you

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Uh, everyday that I wake nigga, I’mma say my prayers (amen)
I’mma get on my grind dawg
‘Cause my mama need a new crib (amen)
And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focused and get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain’t no time to sleep, I get guap
Ain’t no Jordan’s in the shoe box
Ain’t no roof that came with that drop
Chase that paper, youngin’ don’t stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
Tryna to get my folk and them out that struggle
Fuck that nine to five, it don’t cut
Ain’t no job I guess that’s my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea and that’s everyday
Tryna triple what I made today
This one here for my real niggas
And bad bitches who gettin’ cake
Count it up till your thumbs hurt
Put fam second and God first
Hatin’ niggas ain’t phasin’ me
You couldn’t walk a mile in my footwear

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Uh, money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin’
When opportunity knock, I ran out the back door
Shit I thought it was the cops, damn
I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom that I didn’t clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe’s, Sak Pase
I’m twistin’ weed in my mansion
I go dumber than Lamont Sanford
Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers
Now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I’m richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi

And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

I say another day, another dollar
Thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watch ya back in this cold world
‘Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow
Money called and I’m motivated
Kill the beat, it’s premeditated
Still remember like yesterday
When them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day, I’mma go and get it
Pair of J’s and my Florida fitted
Quittin’ not in my vocab and no hate is found in my soul and spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fam
Hatin’ on me, I don’t give a damn
Out here like what nigga?
You don’t get the picture like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand
Couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to them big Ms
And my weight up like six gyms
I’m outchea and I mean that
We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes, I don’t need that
I done came too far to be lookin’ back

I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

Yeah, ’cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (Ain’t no sleepin’)
‘Cause we outchea (‘Cause we outchea)
And we outchea (And we outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, ’cause we outchea

Young Mula baby
Ace Hood nigg’
Fuck these old bitch ass niggas