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 f..ck 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 f..ckin' 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 f..ck if she mine
Turnin' on the flash when I f..ck 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 f..ck 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 f..ckin' 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 f..ck if she mine
Turnin' on the flash when I f..ck from behind
[Verse 2]
Turnin' on the flash when I f..ck 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 f..ck 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 f..ckin' 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 f..ck if she mine (Yeah)
Turnin' on the flash when I f..ck 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 f..ckin' booth, know it's gonna be a—
In the f..ckin' booth, know it's gonna be a banger
