justin rarri – paris lyrics
[chorus]
baby i’m trappin’, so just leave me ‘lone, i ain’t gon’ say how i feel today
i been ridin’ doley with my brothers, these n+ggas ain’t cut enough, i had to get away
f+ck all these broke n+ggas, i ain’t never really f+cked with y’all n+ggas
only worried ’bout the bands and my n+ggas, she don’t like it when i’m out with my n+ggas
b+tch, i’m a real life savage, f+ck a n+gga hoe, took her out to paris
and that b+tch know i’m ’bout it, i get two+hunnid+fifty in a mansion
on the gang i swear we wildin’, tool+er in the back, don’t try no edgy sh+t
told my whole team that i got ’em, f+ck on a hoe while i count these commas
i’m runnin’ it up, countin’ up obama’s
[verse]
got it all by myself, you ain’t believe, we was sellin’ leafs, with these hoes on me
n+gga set up with the gang, know they rock with me, big k!llers and them o’s with me
twenty+five just for the gold on three, can’t no n+gga walk, like he known with me
no number, just the gold on three (ugh)
got on my ass and b+tch put louis on my dawg
broke n+ggas talk down on my name, just like these hoggers, i’on trust ’em
i got a message for all you fake n+ggas, that have never seen me come from nothing
whole lotta hoes they mad at me, ’cause after i f+ck i swear i’ma dub her
told that b+tch i can fly her to asia, how you blowin’ my phone when you hate me?
only f+ck with me ’cause i got paper, they talking on me like they know i’ma take it
got rubies and ritz, tomorrow we baking it, and that n+gga try finding converstations, i hate it
that b+tch, we got them bands by our ‘lone, ‘lone, why they talkin’ to me? i’on know y’all
[chorus]
baby i’m trappin’, so just leave me ‘lone, i ain’t gon’ say how i feel today
i been ridin’ doley with my brothers, these n+ggas ain’t cut enough, i had to get away
f+ck all these broke n+ggas, i ain’t never really f+cked with y’all n+ggas
only worried ’bout the bands and my n+ggas, she don’t like it when i’m out with my n+ggas
b+tch, i’m a real life savage, f+ck a n+gga hoe, took her out to paris
and that b+tch know i’m ’bout it, i get two+hunnid+fifty in a mansion
on the gang i swear we wildin’, tool+er in the back, don’t try no edgy sh+t
told my whole team that i got ’em, f+ck on a hoe while i count these commas
i’m runnin’ it up, countin’ up obama’s
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