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Artist: Mr. Mauricio
Total songs: 1
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  1. Paper Plates

Paper Plates Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Mauricio

[Intro: Rick Ross] 

Ricky Rozay aka Pharaoh Dinero 

Mauricio, I got this, nigga, sit back 

 

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] 

A.I. on the crossover 

Name a nigga floss more 

The crib worth 30 

The record label burnin' 

Hottest team on the turf 

Fat Trel, put in work 

Trill nigga still on the rise 

Throwback, black car, can I 

Got these sticks back in '96 

Cocaine cowboy, howdy howdy, bitch 

Trappin' so long 'til it's in the pores 

Made a hundred racks before you hit the chorus 

Maybach, 5 lives in the Taurus 

Niggas froze up when they saw us 

We the ones started out the poets 

Poor student, natural born poet 

 

[Hook: Troy Ave] 

Blue SL, got the centerfold 

Sittin' passenger, got a centerfold 

New model Benz, new model bitch 

We just livin' life, dope dealer rich 

Who got it? We got it 

Who done it? We did it 

One hunnid, we livin' 

Get money, do business 

Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me 

I'm still in the streets eatin', paper plates 

 

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti] 

The chopper make a nigga Milly Rock 

I'm tryna buy the whole city block 

I got fed allegations, nigga 

And you a mothafuckin' city cop 

Mauricio! Let the beat drop 

I'ma Smurda bands to the Lamborghini lot 

SKRRRRT! Closed lips, we don't talk a lot 

Nigga used to whip it out the coffee pot 

Can't remove black youngster 

This money turned a nigga to a monster, I am 

I got the game from my mama 

Hundred round, nigga I'm the drummer 

Battle of the bands 

I'll never take the stands 

Told you niggas I'm a general 

Got the soldiers on command 

 

[Hook: Troy Ave] 

Blue SL, got the centerfold 

Sittin' passenger, got a centerfold 

New model Benz, new model bitch 

We just livin' life, dope dealer rich 

Who got it? We got it 

Who done it? We did it 

One hunnid, we livin' 

Get money, do business 

Real niggas love me, fake niggas hate me 

I'm still in the streets eatin', paper plates 

 

[Verse 3: Troy Ave] 

Dope boy Troy, you ain't nothin' like me 

I buy a pack of white tees and pack some white keys (coke!) 

One when it's hot, one in the pot, sizzle 

You can find either one in the drop, riddle 

I just bought a Benz with the price of Lamb' 

But show the new 'Rari, I was like, 

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