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paris ingram ii - from ga to fla lyrics

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fucc a op
n-gg- shot
they call the cops
23 with a 22 i bet i let it pop
we’ll trap off yo block
and make you close down shop
i was broke not long ago
now my pants filled with knots
if i’m down bad again then i’m running in yo spot
with the glock
anybody make a move they get shot
popped
b-tch and my guns all stocc
don’t need extendos if i’m aiming for his top

n-gg- let’s talk bout this money
i was down bad starving and them n-gg-s left me hungry
but when i got a plate
n-gg-s was asking for the scr-ps
but now i’m cold hearted
so i can’t help with that
prime fred taylor how i’m running with the sack
started off broke but now i’m running up that bag
i’m with the soldier boys but they don’t pretty boy swag
they gone air this b-tch out with that mf mack

they gone air this b-tch out like the bath room
03 caddy but i’m thinking raif soon
lil bad yellow b-tch met her at the moon
got the sloppy toppy then kicked her out the room
yeah we got them mop sticks but you gone need the broom
sweep a n-gg- house clean and rob him for his loot
called me nerd bacc in school
now i grip the tool
said i’d never win
now they wanna see me lose

you can never lose when you getting
cash though
when i k!ll you n-gg-s i ain’t gone have no mask on
you n-gg-s getting cash now
but it won’t last long
got the game wrapped up like a cast homes
got that roccet on my side
make you blast off
drop some cash on yo head
then you cashed out
ronald mcdonald -ss n-gg- i bought the mac out
aaron rodgers cause i brought them green packs out

lawrence taylor how a n-gg- bought them sacks out
talk crazy n-gg- i’ll lay yo -ss down
ran my money up like it was a quarter mile
we running up the green bout to score a touchdown
when i cop that rolley it’s gone be a buss down
when i fucc that b-tch she gone get p-ssed round
quit playing round
or it’s gone be a man down
where you stay
where yo hood
n-gg- i’m in town

i’m in yo town like it was my city n-gg-
buku chopsticks buku semis n-gg-
dancing when the checc come like i’m diddy n-gg-
lotta bread lotta cheese like a philly n-gg-

pop a n-gg- like he was a fuccin wheelie n-gg-
won’t stop grinding until i see 10 figures
i’m pic-sso with that nine don’t make me paint a picture
these n-gg-s b-tches
smoke em
how i smoke these swishers

i’ll smoke a n-gg- like he was a gram of purp
call my gun eric brown
leave you in the dirt
you was tough on the net
now you on a shirt
you n-gg-s was putting on a show
but now i’m closing curtains
if the prices too low then that n-gg- working
when the blocc too hot
i ain’t fuccin servin
n-gg-s lurking
so i keep the 40 when i purchase
this b-tch p-ssy so wet
i guess i’m going serving

from ga to fla put respect on it
if that p-ssy good i might spend a check on it
these n-gg-s play the game foul
we put them techs on em
imma dog to these hoes
i’m playing fetch on em

if we don’t catch ya homie
then you next homie
have all yo homies missing all they dead homies
please stop trying to bro me
cause n-gg- you don’t know me
bout to ball all season like i’m prime kobe

- paris ingram ii lyrics

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