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paris michael - pda lyrics

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[intro]
(what, what) yeah
(what) yeah, yeah
this that fourteen05, b+tch
(yeah)

[chorus]
i just hit my f+cking quota on money in the bank
and i’m feeling like i’m sosa the way this record bang
i’m not hearing no discussion or any f+cking thing
you can meet me out in public but this ain’t what you think
b+tch i’m getting f+cking tired of the lies on my name
i’m not out here in disguise put the prize on my chain
that include your lil baby, her friends, and the gang
leave a message at the front if you wanna complain
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
i just f+cked up this game, b+tch it’s my season let’s work
living rent free in your brain, move my closet in their first
keep that stick like i’m aang, i don’t even know how all this sh+t work
and she f+cking up my aim, keep on asking bout her purse
feel like timbo
tell me what you think this a paris michael tempo
know i had to blank on this sh+t before the rent blow
i done see the fame ruin n+ggas inner sin though
my n+ggas hitting stains up on mercer in the kenzo
memento
boxing n+ggas in just like a bento
you ain’t listen to the sh+t i told you on the intro
still ain’t sign my name to the game
oh your girl been tryna ring?
knew this number looked the same
[chorus 2]
hit 100 motherf+ckers with my chain on and money in the bank
and i’m feeling like i’m sosa the way this record bang
i’m not hearing no discussion or any f+cking thing
you can meet me out in public but this ain’t what you think
b+tch i’m getting f+cking tired of the lies on my name
i’m not out here in disguise put the prize on my chain
that include your lil baby, her friends, and the gang
leave a message at the front if you wanna complain
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
my last sh+t was 6 songs and it’s still better b+tch catch up
booing all your sh+t your whole stage look like ketchup
365 you been talking bout you next up
well b+tch we here, must’ve meant next up to our next up
i maxed out my paystub
rick zipped and laced up
accutane with my lemonade cus’ i’m acne from the waist up
kap denim from the waist down
ran sh+t since 10th grade
and this whole song not bout sh+t but i doubt this won’t get played
don’t switch up, you b+tch made
swiss watches, swiss blades
swiss cheese in swiss pockets
swiss chocolate my b+tch face
calm down don’t get played
matter fact you need plays
can’t afford no whip b+tch so you left walking like kinte
that’s tmi
baby that said that tea
h+eed this psa
neck slowed down tsa
i ain’t need no as ok?
w2 or bfa
i ain’t never had to hid sh+t, yes my sh+t straight pda, lil b+tch
(fye fye, fye fye, fye fye)



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