Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PARIS, artist - 83HADES. Date of issue: 04.08.2019
Song language: English
PARIS |
| I don’t no take Ls, I two to my face |
| Please have a seat, s’il vous plaît |
| I pull out the pistol, put two in his face |
| He jumping in yours, no, I can’t catch no case |
| And I’m pulling right up and I’m all with the gang |
| And your girl is a slut and she coming my way |
| I ain’t get to say bye, he surrounded by tape |
| And I’d just rather die than be cool with the jakes |
| How are you cool with these muh’fuckin fakes? |
| I’m allergic (achoo) I can’t hang around lames |
| Real diamonds all over my chain |
| I got it from the trap and I |
| baby, I’d rather die |
| Bitches be fake like the cars with the pesticide |
| The day you can kill me the day that I testify |
| Boss myself up, my whole life just got gentrified |
| So disappointed I’m feeling like Harden |
| I don’t fuck with a soul if I’m just being honest |
| I think I’ve had enough, mix the coke with my chronic |
| Pull up and take it like shawty she cummin' |
| I’d rather stay low and just count all my hundreds |
| like a defensive weapon |
| I pray every time that I see him, I’m sorry |
| And I’m in the back of the car fucking crying |
| I call myself out, «How are you? |
| I am dying» |
| It’s me, 83, who the fuck is you? |
| We be the ones who be toting the twos |
| I like it when lil' shawty hit all the moves |
| Get a lil' bitch, she do a dance on my tool |
| Pull out automatic and I let it rip, if you take me for a fool |
| You throwing up gang signs and taking these drugs, huh, just 'cause you think |
| it is cool |
| I pull out the choppa and set up the table just to set the mood |
| You think that he until he making the news |
| All these motherfuckers fake |
| All that they do is a ruse |
| I don’t no take Ls, I two to my face |
| Please have a seat, s’il vous plaît |
| I pull out the pistol, put two in his face |
| He jumping in yours, no, I can’t catch no case |
| And I’m pulling right up and I’m all with the gang |
| And your girl is a slut and she coming my way |
| I ain’t get to say bye, he surrounded by tape |
| And I’d just rather die than be cool with the jakes |
| How are you cool with these muh’fuckin fakes? |
| I’m allergic (achoo) I can’t hang around lames |
| Real diamonds all over my chain |
| I got it from the trap and I |
| baby, I’d rather die |
| Bitches be fake like the cars with the pesticide |
| The day you can kill me the day that I testify |
| Boss myself up, my whole life just got gentrified |
| So disappointed I’m feeling like Harden |
| I don’t fuck with a soul if I’m just being honest |
| I think I’ve had enough, mix the coke with my chronic |
| Pull up and take it like shawty she cummin' |
| I’d rather stay low and just count all my hundreds |
| like a defensive weapon |
| I pray every time that I see him, I’m sorry |
| And I’m in the back of the car fucking crying |
| I call myself out, «How are you? |
| I am dying» |
| It’s me, 83, who the fuck is you? |
| We be the ones who be toting the twos |
| I like it when lil' shawty hit all the moves |
| Get a lil' bitch, she do a dance on my tool |
| Pull out automatic and I let it rip, if you take me for a fool |
| You throwing up gang signs and taking these drugs, huh, just 'cause you think |
| it is cool |
| I pull out the choppa and set up the table just to set the mood |
| You think that he until he making the news |
| All these motherfuckers fake |
| All that they do is a ruse |