paris michael – supermodel lyrics
[chorus]
flashing lights are hard to follow
narcissistic supermodel
hold your darlings, k!ll your idols
on and on, and on and on
high today and dead tomorrow
f+ck your feelings, supermodel
lost your mind and burn your dollars
on and on and on and on
[verse 1]
wanna talk about bands b+tch?
or the blood on my hands b+tch?
or the ice on my canvas?
the margiela they hand stitch?
b+tch i’m out of your bandwidth
call your girl and your man sis
finna get you a man sis!
the return of the alien
bout alive as a mannequin
f+ck a handle, b+tch i’m scandalous
smoking you n+ggas like cannabis
n+ggas still biting my m+n+script
like what?
n+ggas keep pressing they luck
b+tch i’m not giving no f+ck
saying whatever i want
so pour some more sh+t in my cup
b+tch i’m the only one making sh+t up
all of you n+ggas still riding some wave
all of your b+tches still kiss on my face
ate at the met with your b+tch on a date
paris not even rich yet
all pink nails like dipsеt
still talking bout my rick
b+tch f+ck a intro i’m back again
tell every labеl b+tch pack it in
get they coffee mugs, they pad and pen
and make my bank state stack again
y’all check blank but y’all mouth working
pillow talked while i was couch surfing
sign fluff sh+t i doubt working
i hope that motherf+cking clout merit
when this sh+t drop don’t speak, ask, inquire not sh+t about paris like
[chorus]
flashing lights are hard to follow
narcissistic supermodel
hold your darlings, k!ll your idols
on and on, and on and on
high today and dead tomorrow
f+ck your feelings, supermodel
lost your mind and burn your dollars
on and on and on and on
[verse 2]
(yeah)
made a whole career just to settle sh+t
every room that i’m in i’m the elephant
i don’t f+ck with y’all, b+tch i’m celibate
but i’ll hit your shorty for the h+ll of it
drinking holy water hit a n+gga liver
and my jesus piece filled with rabbit food til my crucifix is parting f+cking rivers
say you’re welcome for this i’m a f+cking giver
(uh)
f+ck you and f+ck gucci too
new fur b+tch i’m luci too
paris michael mr. lucy liu
f+ck your friends, f+ck your wives, f+ck your lives
f+ck your verse, f+ck your job
f+ck a feature, f+ck your pride
f+ck a suit, y’all couldn’t spot a fye
n+gga if i made me a new playlist that was made with 50 grammy nods
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