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Rich Amiri – PAPER BACK TAGS Lyrics

Updated

May 18, 2024

PAPER BACK TAGS Lyrics by Rich Amiri

[Intro]
Hit her up late past eight
Beat it down if the pussy good, she get ate, ain’t talking ’bout plate
You ain’t never seen a nigga put a hundred-fifty racks all in your face
Double R, close them curtains (Skrr), switch up, hop in a Wraith (Skrr)

[Chorus]
Paper back tags, yeah, runnin’ out of gas, yeah
Made a bitch fall in love, yeah, threw her in the trash, yeah
Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops
Riding ’round Atlanta with a cutter, pourin’ up Grey, Grey Goose
Paper back tags, paper back bags, never ever runnin’ out of racks
Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T’d up, boy, I’m ’bout to crash
You done fucked up a couple racks on a bitch I already had
I could never go out like that, huh, never, ever go out like that, no

[Verse]
I been pourin’, five blues, rollin’
I can’t love no bitch, in love with Codeine
Can’t live life on the edge, they tryna roll me
If I could do it, you could do it
We could do it, stick got a ruler
I don’t rock Stussy, she don’t rock Gucci
Emilio Pucci gon’ cover her coochie
Stick got a fully, I’m actin’ a foolie
The bitch wanna fuck ’cause I’m him, yeah
Bitch wanna fuck ’cause I’m him
Bitch wanna fuck ’cause I’m him, yeah
I’m on I-8 in a Trackhawk Jeep, might crash, I’m goin’ too fast

[Bridge]
Pour my cup up some more
Red got me movin’ so slow
I fell down on my knees for a bitch, but I won’t do that no more
I’ma just fuck then pass to the bro
Make her eat me up then go, go ghost (Skrr)
Ridin’ in a Ghost, oh, you got new drank in? 10-4