Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PARIS, artist - Justin Rarri. Album song YOUNGEST IN KHARGE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
PARIS |
| Baby I’m trappin', so just leave me 'lone, I ain’t gon' say how I feel today |
| I been ridin' doley with my brothers, these niggas ain’t cut enough, |
| I had to get away |
| Fuck all these broke niggas, I ain’t never really fucked with y’all niggas |
| Only worried 'bout the bands and my niggas, she don’t like it when I’m out with |
| my niggas |
| Bitch, I’m a real life savage, fuck a nigga hoe, took her out to Paris |
| And that bitch know I’m 'bout it, I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion |
| On the gang I swear we wildin', tool-er in the back, don’t try no edgy shit |
| Told my whole team that I got 'em, fuck on a hoe while I count these commas |
| I’m runnin' it up, countin' up Obama’s |
| Got it all by myself, you ain’t believe, we was sellin' leafs, with these hoes |
| on me |
| Nigga set up with the gang, know they rock with me, big killers and them O’s |
| with me |
| Twenty-five just for the gold on three, can’t no nigga walk, like he known with |
| me |
| No number, just the gold on three (Ugh) |
| Got on my ass and bitch put Louis on my dawg |
| Broke niggas talk down on my name, just like these hoes 'cause I’on trust 'em |
| I got a message for all you fake niggas, that have never seen me come from |
| nothing |
| Whole lotta hoes they mad at me, 'cause after I fuck I swear I’ma dub her |
| Told that bitch I can fly her to Asia, how you blowin' my phone when you hate |
| me? |
| Only fuck with me 'cause I got paper, they talking on me like they know I’ma |
| take it |
| Got rubies and ritz, tomorrow we baking it, and that nigga try finding |
| converstations, I hate it |
| That bitch, we got them bands by our 'lone, 'lone, why they talkin' to me? |
| I’on know y’all |
| Baby I’m trappin', so just leave me 'lone, I ain’t gon' say how I feel today |
| I been ridin' doley with my brothers, these niggas ain’t cut enough, |
| I had to get away |
| Fuck all these broke niggas, I ain’t never really fucked with y’all niggas |
| Only worried 'bout the bands and my niggas, she don’t like it when I’m out with |
| my niggas |
| Bitch, I’m a real life savage, fuck a nigga hoe, took her out to Paris |
| And that bitch know I’m 'bout it, I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion |
| On the gang I swear we wildin', tool-er in the back, don’t try no edgy shit |
| Told my whole team that I got 'em, fuck on a hoe while I count these commas |
| I’m runnin' it up, countin' up Obama’s |