Paperwork Lyrics - Lil' Twist

[Intro: Irv Gotti] 

Let's talk about it, let's talk about it for one second 

Shouldn't that had been in a real world, the death blow? 

The guy who's proclaiming to be the roughest, toughest don dava, bully 

You got beat up and spoked up and you ran to the precinct and press charges on us 

And you took on all the protection 

That's like your baby mama does 

And you say, I smell pussy, it's you 

[Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Paperwork, haha 

All these niggas signin' paperwork, pussy 

You gon' make us put you on a shirt, pussy 

All these niggas signin' paperwork, pussy, yeah 

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[Verse 1: Chris Brown] 

Put your bread up 

I wanna take that fade 

I don't gotta fuck your hoe 

I'ma just take your chain 

Bitch, I'm fed up 

Fuck yo' set you claim 

Pull up right now 

Pussy nigga, let's do this thing 

Y'all niggas ain't bangers 

Y'all niggas ain't players 

You don't do no favors 

Y'all niggas ain't gangsters 

Y'all niggas just betas 

Y'all niggas ain't alpha's 

Keep throwin' up fingers 

Make you eat one of them fingers 

Gon' doubt us 

Shit be brazy 

Shit be wild, wild 

None of y'all tellin' the truth, damn 

I see the bitch all in you, bang 

You better be ready to shoot, yeah 

Or better be ready to move, damn 

Jarheads with the warhead 

Wakin' you up from my mini van 

Yeah, yeah, I'ma make bail 

A pussy nigga, you about to tell 

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[Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Paperwork, haha 

All these niggas signin' paperwork, pussy 

You gon' make us put you on a shirt, pussy 

All these niggas signin' paperwork, pussy, yeah 

[Verse 2: Lil Twist] 

Mula, alright 

Niggas snitchin', niggas bitchin' 

Niggas snakin', niggas hissin' 

That's how pussys end up missin' 

Oh, did I forget to mention? 

I was 14 on this mission 

I was 16 with extended clips 

Smith & Wesson wouldn't grip 

Pistol on me, hollow tips 

Kill a nigga, no attempt 

Shoot a nigga in the head 

Dye his tips, let it drip 

Put his body in a box 

Ship it out from the Fifth 

Mail that shit to his Momma 

Or his Pops as a gift, yeah 

Niggas be rattin' on me (Yeah) 

Niggas be tellin' on me (Pussy) 

Niggas be gangster, tell him he gangster 

Now I'm a failin' homie (Huh) 

I hit the gang from Tunechi (Yeah) 

I be from mailin' homie, quit 

I done laid the work 

And I don't do paper work, yeah 

[Chorus: Chris Brown] 

Pussy, haha 

All these niggas signin' paperwork, pussy 

You gon' make us put you on a shirt, pussy 

All these niggas signin' paperwork, pussy, yeah