Jay Webb - Blue Face Paper

Pre-Chorus
I been on the grind, gettin' blue face paper
Bottle up to shine, gettin' blue face paper
Crossin' county lines for some blue face paper
She fuck me 'cause I got all this blue face paper

Chorus
She like, "How a redneck get this blue face paper?"
How you gon' flex in a room full of haters?
Said the price on the booze is some tires for the Razor
If I'm in the fuckin' booth, know it's gonna be a banger
Won't gеt her back if she climbs in the ridе
Murder Duramax with the steps on the side
Too busy gettin' bags, give a fuck if she mine
Turnin' on the flash when I fuck from behind

Verse 1
Said that you was damaged and your heart so cold
Baby, I could do some damage on an old back road
Just look up and call me, "Daddy" while I hold you close
When we're done, I'll hang your panties on the rear-view, woah (Yeah)
I been lovin' every curve and every inch of your fine ass
Everything I got, I pay my shit, aim finest
Pop another pill and take a hit, let the time pass
Careful with the shine if you sip out of my glass


Pre-Chorus
Grind, gettin' blue face paper
Bottle up to shine, gettin' blue face paper
Crossin' county lines for some blue face paper
She fuck me 'cause I got all this blue face paper

Chorus
She like, "How a redneck get this blue face paper?"
How you gon' flex in a room full of haters?
Said the price on the booze is some tires for the Razor
If I'm in the fuckin' booth, know it's gonna be a banger
Won't get her back if she climbs in the ride
Murder Duramax with the steps on the side
Too busy gettin' bags, give a fuck if she mine
Turnin' on the flash when I fuck from behind

Verse 2
Turnin' on the flash when I fuck from behind
Pretty feet up on the dash while I'm ridin' the line
Damn it, I'ma beat her back in up under some pines (Ayy)
I been dready with an axe in at one twenty-five (Twenty-five)
You won't, you won't be needin'
You won't, you won't be needin' in
You won't, you won't be leavin'
You know, you know you need this shit


Pre-Chorus
I been on the grind, gettin' blue face paper
Bottle up to shine, gettin' blue face paper
Crossin' county lines for some blue face paper
She fuck me 'cause I got all this blue face paper

Chorus
She like, "How a redneck get this blue face paper?"
How you gon' flex in a room full of haters?
Said the price on the booze is some tires for the Razor
If I'm in the fuckin' booth, know it's gonna be a banger
Won't get her back if she climbs in the ride
Murder Duramax with the steps on the side
Too busy gettin' bags, give a fuck if she mine (Yeah)
Turnin' on the flash when I fuck from behind

Outro
How a redneck get this blue face paper?
How you gon' flex in a room full of haters?
The price on the booze is some tires for the Razor
If I'm in the fuckin' booth, know it's gonna be a—
In the fuckin' booth, know it's gonna be a banger