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Here it comes
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Here it comes
I can score and I shut down corners like Dion
Number 21 been hot since I begun
Oops I mean began

This ain't no exam
Got hitters in the van
They came from my ran
Aw man, woah

You can call us a buckshot
Whole scene leave it red like a sunspot
You better prepare for what's up comin
We gon' ring in your ear and that's what's hummin

Woah
Here it comes
I'm gettin' ones
I'm gettin' funds

Chea, chea
We've been on one
Y'all never won
We gettin' tons

Chea, chea
So here it comes
Yeah, Marc Papers, I get it done
Chea, chea

Niggas is just my sons
And you can't fuck with me
Cause I've been on one, uh-huh
Cuttin' the cake and drop frostin'

And I never sleep, you lames loftin'
You don't fit like a Knick hat in Boston
You wanna be me, but you find it exhaustin
I gets money, I leave you unsullied

You'll feel it your brain
Your heart in and then ya tummy
This fist will relax you like a CBD gummy
I'ma always be great

Don't you dare worry, uh-huh
Chea
Here it comes
Its MP, mf

Here it comes
Woah
Here it comes
Here it comes

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That's that shit right here
You can put your fists in the air
Yeah

That's that shit right here
You can put your drinks in the air
Yeah
That's that shit right here

You can put your fists in the air
Yeah
That's that shit right here
You can put your drinks in the air
Yeah

We ballin' son, we drop C-notes
I'm mascara black, it look emo
I been number one, they call me primo

You not my friends, nah, we not amigos
I can hire you lames, I am a boss
Been fly since Polos Lacoste
All you do is act up, I ain't impressed

If you wanna learn, you should ask from the best
Here it comes, I'm gettin' ones
I'm gettin' funds, chea chea

We been on one, y'all never won
We gettin' tons, chea chea

So here it comes
Yeah, Marc Papers, I get it done
Chea chea

Niggas is just my sons
And you can't fuck with me
Cause I been on one, uh-huh

Steppin' on you ants in Buscemi shoes
And I'm gettin' it in, cause I never snooze
And you can't see me in no dimension
Rookie lil' rappers can't fuck with Pape

You can meet me at the finish line, cut the tape
I been laughin' at you haters like ha-ha-ha
Pullin' up to the scene with a rolled up raw
Here it comes, back up, Top Five the squad, uh-huh

Let's get it
Getcha
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Here it comes
Top five
Get your papers up!