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stroy - paradise lyrics

[verse 1]
she say “stroy you a rapper, but im not no wh0r-
you want b-tches and money, plus weed and p-ssy galore.”
told my bae to stop tripping. come f-ck with me now
but then she get to yelling, so i just roll up the loud
then we smoke like a chimney. i should thank my connect
that’s my n-gga my n-gga, but she don’t f-ck n-ggas yet
find some coal in your chimney, like where the bad b-tches at?
i’m a humane society girl what’s up with that cat?
look i rap like i’m boxing it’s in the palm of my hands
that boy got fans all around and they always clapping their hands
roll with rob, vince and melo. rep miami i love it
gave her d like one time and time after time, now we f-cking
i’m in love with my biffle… and she know it too
my last girlfriend dumped me but that’s cause she knew it too
need a girl like kehlani to put me up on some clouds
i put my heart in these raps and put all my raps on the cloud

[hook]:
smoking that fire
hands is up higher
cannot believe it
d-mn she’s a rider
she don’t get tired
this is a party
you not invited
look, forget it you get it
man god is so awesome
devil’s a liar
i’ll take ’em to church
but i need a choir

[chance the rapper]:
i believe that if i fly
i’ll probably end up somewhere in paradise. (x2)

[verse 2]
first we dropped random sh#%t and then volume 2
and before that was dope sh#%t and curly dropped cool kid too
all our mix-tapes need sequels. i don’t f-ck with some people
i came along way from high school, all of my zoes packing lethal
this that swamp dawg salute. spanish women in groups
n-ggas thinking they samurais ’till they faced with aku
lately i’ve been so busy, been in and out of the stu
i got rappers paying for features, they know i k!ll in the booth
i do this sh-t for my mama, my pops, my bro and my grandma
tryna talk to the money, so this me working on grammar
tell my granddad i got him. that’s my obi ken0bi
i would love to smoke with him, that’s a og on og
rappers packing that heat till my crew shoot like gin0bili
that’s not a diss to miami, b-tch this my city you know me
rip to my homie, alex gone not forgotten
so much crime in my city, i feel like batman in gotham

[hook]

[chance the rapper]:
i believe that if i fly
i’ll probably end up somewhere in paradise. (x2)

feeling the fire
hands is up higher
cannot believe it
d-mn i’m a rider
riding on twenties
twenty years prior
i couldn’t buy ’em
forget it you get it
yeah god is so awesome
devil’s a liar
i’ll take em to church
but i need a choir

- stroy lyrics

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