Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paranoid, Pt. 2, artist - 03 Greedo. Date of issue: 17.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paranoid, Pt. 2 |
| Paranoid, hearin' voices |
| Seein' things, makin' choices |
| You need a nigga with some felonies |
| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed |
| Hearin' voices |
| Seein' things, makin' choices |
| You need a nigga with some felonies |
| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed |
| When I’m OT and I’m breaking down boulders |
| I gotta look over my shoulder |
| I put the juice in my soda |
| To stay calm when I’m touching that yola |
| Me and J feel like G-Boy and Yola |
| Can’t believe that our dog’s life is over |
| Mercy me, worry me |
| Put them snakes around my collar when they bury me |
| 'Cause it kept it G, they still hated me |
| Who enemigos wanna be in that two plane and see |
| Just got a room but in the lobby was emergency |
| Bullets in me but they wasn’t tryna murder me |
| And that’s the part that worry me |
| 'Cause I can’t let these niggas bury me |
| Paranoid, hearin' voices |
| Seein' things, makin' choices |
| You need a nigga with some felonies |
| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed |
| Hearin' voices |
| Seein' things, makin' choices |
| You need a nigga with some felonies |
| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed |
| I feel like every other second I have something at my window |
| I feel like a serpent ridin' with me in the Benzo |
| Mind playin' tricks on me, I feel like the Getto Boyz |
| Coca like I’m Scarface, throwin' D like Rich Boy |
| Come and get your bitch boy, I admit I get 'nnoyed |
| When she spend the night and I get in it like a hemmroid |
| I know it hurt, I hit that ass, I’m talkin' shit boy |
| Me and Scars 'em, Lil Money, Ray, and Big Boy |
| Who else would think |
| I’m asking God to wake me up from this nightmare and dream |
| I swear my life so bittersweet, it feel like both things |
| I got one foot in industry and one foot in the streets |
| I got some people bangin' grape but way in Tennessee |
| New York, Atlanta, Texas, Carolina |
| Call and see, private callers callin' me |
| I took a flight later that night and end up in the D |
| Was way in Phoenix when they tried to get a hold of me |
| Paranoid, hearin' voices |
| Seein' things, makin' choices |
| You need a nigga with some felonies |
| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed |
| Hearin' voices |
| Seein' things, makin' choices |
| You need a nigga with some felonies |
| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed |
| Sellin' weed, yeah yeah |
| Got keys, yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah, and lean, and lean |