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B Real Stack N Paper

I taste diamonds in my mouth Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks, it's going down in the South [Hook:] Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks

so I'm a mash for the cash like the S.U.C and the G - A - N - G is the S - L - A - B [Verse 3 - Boss] It's the Boss flippin in glass house while tryna stack

Stroll on my depths as a criminal Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up Nigga let's show this shit be real But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats

betta watch T.V. I hit em in the head wit a bottle like im his B. So nigga please believe I got a 1-track mind You play wit ma paper I got 1 black nine

for that brown paper bag that Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (cmon) Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (we

Stroll on my depths as a criminal Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up Nigga let's show this shit be real But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats

doc cut my umbilical. 100 inch d-ck,Yep and 20 pound genitals. so you gon have to stay there til my (?) [Big Sean - Verse 1] Stack that paper stack it stack it stack

you ten times, all she gon' get is pimp lines I'm $hort Dog I call her a b***, b*** B***, b*** Call her a b***, b*** B***, b*** B***, b***, b***, b***

C-c-come 'n do it, Bun C-c-come 'n do it, Bun C-c-come 'n do it, Bun C-c-come 'n do it, Bun (Bun) Back on the blocks, nigga (Bun) Servin' 'em rocks,