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shane eagle - paris lyrics

[intro: shane eagle]
i flew my mama to.. (i flew my mama to..)

[hook: shane eagle]
i flew my mama to paris, she used to stay on the street
i bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
i haven’t been home in a while, so i spent a crib on my t–th
got money trees in the bag, i’m just gon’ sow what i reap, huh huh

[verse 1: shane eagle]
nothing is real and none of these n-ggas is realer than me
they can just call me tony, f-ck all these n-ggas, just be who you destined to be
i got the city on thousand degrees, elevate elevate, dizzy got speed
this is that level these rappers can’t reach
this is that [?] sh-t that you preach
tell me sh-t that i don’t know, [?] like just a photo
came in the game on my own bro, now that i’m on [?]
i know that god got my back, i talk to god all the time
i ain’t got no plan b, i put this all on the line
look at the traction (traction)
look at what happened (b-tch)
heard that these n-ggas don’t sell any tickets, so how they went platinum? yeah
i am the goat on the low
i keep the guns on the floor
i used to sleep all on the floor, now i hear the round of applause
so i flew myself out to paris, now i be running the streets
i send some bread to these n-ggas, now they be actin’ like leeches
n-ggas be buggin’ for features, but i’m like way out of reach
you don’t hear the round of applause, my n-gga just take you a seat

[verse 2: nasty c]
me and these rappers ain’t really friends, i don’t be taking their calls
i make ’em talk to the middle man, he won’t p-ss me their message at all
you know i got love for my real fans but i’m cursing them off of my yard
i can’t be signing no autographs, i got too much kush in my garage
i don’t want no attention from my neighbours, i don’t wanna make friends with a cop
you get your nose wiped in a second, you call out my f-ckin’ name in the dark
washing my pinky ring in ciroc
b-tch you can’t hold my hand, hold the cup
[?] lit at the top, gettin’ top
me and the gang, party on the charts
i am a p-ssy man, you are a p-ssy n-gga
i told the hoe “i am not a fisherman”
i say that cause the p-ssy stinkin’
made a m on my vocab, i got rich with my dictionary
put them diamonds on twelve t–th, i require a different fairy
i despise a snitch n-gga
i’ma tell tommy to k!ll jerry
pourin’ up for the dead homies, do a show at the cemetary
let ’em diss me, i’ll never hear it
he a b-tch, he ain’t never scared
call him out for the commentary
f-ck his mom if it’s necessary
do him dirty, no sanitary, tall racks

[outro: shane eagle]
sit the f-ck down n-gga
you don’t hear the round of applause, my n-gga just take you a seat
i heard that new sh-t and it’s weak
you n-ggas sound just like my niece
(yeah, you n-ggas sound just like my niece)
look, f-ck your feelings, this is how i’m feeling
world winding, n-ggas didn’t see the vision
they pretended and now it’s too late
sickness sent around the globe, it’s a tide
i watched these n-ggas switch sides
and then i watched ’em switch deals
they couldn’t do it by themselves, askin me how i feel (b-tch)

- shane eagle lyrics

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