Paper Route EMPIRE - Beat It (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Paper Route EMPIRE - Beat It (en) Lyrics
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This shit no pen, no pad
Uh, let's go
I get the pack and I beat it, I
beat it, beat it, beat it, uh
Too much drink and I make
yo bitch eat it
I slide with the baby K, I'm
undefeated (Brrt, yeah)
I'm undefeated
Play with my gang, make
yo ass need a deacon
I'll make your ass need a deacon
Put loads in them drums, and your
block, yeah, we beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it
.556 Michael Jackson, yeah,
I make you beat it
I got big racks in them
Glocks when you see me
High-speed, the narc's can't
stop in the Hemi
Uh, nah I can't stop in the Hemi
Late-night creepin', I slide
with them gremlins
Barrels and bodies, you
know we got plenty
Bitch, this a drac', I
ain't tuckin' no semi
They stealin' my style, so
I had to switch it up
I got the juice like a sippy cup
Uh, I hit this bitch from the back
and I told the ho get it up
Run up on me, ambulance
gon' pick ya up
Huh, uh, yeah, they gon' pick ya up
Uh, bad ass nigga makin' plays
out a steamer truck
I had no choice but to
get it up (Trap)
Let's go
Go, go, go, go, let's go
Lay in the bushes, aim
in through the scope
Wait on this fuck nigga
to walk out the door
Made millions off rap, what
I look sellin' dope?
Most valuable player,
boy, go ask your ho
Two to the chest and one to the
head and that's when we fled
when he hit the floor
Do I get along with rappers? No
But ask the trappers 'bout me,
bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T
Whole lotta motherfuckin'
ice 'round my throat
Business meeting with
the plug on the boat
Bad Puetro Rican bitch need some blow
She too fine, but I don't trust a ho
She drinkin' wine and
I poured me a four
She called her friend, now
I'm fuckin' 'em both
Clutchin' my Glock while they
both give me sloppy
Seven figures at the stash
house in Raleigh
Nothin' but choppas at the house
in Bartlett (Yeah-yeah)
We ride in Hellcats, not no
motherfuckin' Harleys
Trust nobody 'cause I'm cold-hearted
My young nigga Big Unccc,
bitch, he the hardest
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