| Baby I’m trappin', so just leave me 'lone, I ain’t gon' say how I feel today
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| I been ridin' doley with my brothers, these niggas ain’t cut enough,
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| I had to get away
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| Fuck all these broke niggas, I ain’t never really fucked with y’all niggas
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| Only worried 'bout the bands and my niggas, she don’t like it when I’m out with
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| my niggas
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| Bitch, I’m a real life savage, fuck a nigga hoe, took her out to Paris
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| And that bitch know I’m 'bout it, I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion
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| On the gang I swear we wildin', tool-er in the back, don’t try no edgy shit
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| Told my whole team that I got 'em, fuck on a hoe while I count these commas
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| I’m runnin' it up, countin' up Obama’s
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| Got it all by myself, you ain’t believe, we was sellin' leafs, with these hoes
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| on me
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| Nigga set up with the gang, know they rock with me, big killers and them O’s
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| with me
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| Twenty-five just for the gold on three, can’t no nigga walk, like he known with
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| me
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| No number, just the gold on three (Ugh)
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| Got on my ass and bitch put Louis on my dawg
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| Broke niggas talk down on my name, just like these hoes 'cause I’on trust 'em
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| I got a message for all you fake niggas, that have never seen me come from
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| nothing
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| Whole lotta hoes they mad at me, 'cause after I fuck I swear I’ma dub her
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| Told that bitch I can fly her to Asia, how you blowin' my phone when you hate
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| me?
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| Only fuck with me 'cause I got paper, they talking on me like they know I’ma
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| take it
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| Got rubies and ritz, tomorrow we baking it, and that nigga try finding
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| converstations, I hate it
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| That bitch, we got them bands by our 'lone, 'lone, why they talkin' to me?
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| I’on know y’all
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| Baby I’m trappin', so just leave me 'lone, I ain’t gon' say how I feel today
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| I been ridin' doley with my brothers, these niggas ain’t cut enough,
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| I had to get away
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| Fuck all these broke niggas, I ain’t never really fucked with y’all niggas
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| Only worried 'bout the bands and my niggas, she don’t like it when I’m out with
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| my niggas
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| Bitch, I’m a real life savage, fuck a nigga hoe, took her out to Paris
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| And that bitch know I’m 'bout it, I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion
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| On the gang I swear we wildin', tool-er in the back, don’t try no edgy shit
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| Told my whole team that I got 'em, fuck on a hoe while I count these commas
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| I’m runnin' it up, countin' up Obama’s |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PARIS , by - Justin Rarri. Song from the album YOUNGEST IN KHARGE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп