Jay Webb Blue Face Paper Lyrics

[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