Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PARIS, artist - BROJOB.
Date of issue: 01.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PARIS |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know |
'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' |
Makin' all these hoes problems |
Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon |
Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' |
Thirty rounds of the clip, off rip |
Too thick with the stick, bet I won't miss |
Lil $lick real sick, don't talk shit |
Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish |
$uicide, night time, no, we don't fight crime, oh |
It's the Grey*59 with the real red eyes, and we dying inside, ooh |
Bodies in fluoride, let the rope untie, just crucify me |
Yung Christ wrists sliced, couple hoes on ice, singing "R.I.P!" |
Ruby was a motherfucking reject |
Then I cut my wrists, and now I motherfucking bleed checks |
Still broke |
After all the motherfucking weed gets rolled |
Hoes askin' if I see a ghost |
Tell 'em, "No, I just seep smoke when the weed's blown" |
She chokes from the deep-throat, three feet of rope, lethal |
Slay the fuckin' sheep, so evil |
I'ma hang myself, and then I get to see home |
Ruby a fucking demon, ayy, uh |
Ruby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt down |
Ruby the result of a reject from a small town |
Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now |
Loud growl, $now Leopard on the prowl, ayy |
Stay the fuck back, ho |
Slay the whole pack, ho |
Paint the globe black, ho (Ayy) |
Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil, then I'll never reminisce |
Ayy |