Lyrics PARIS - Shane Eagle, Nasty C

PARIS

I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street
I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
I haven’t been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth
Got money trees in the bag, I’m just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh
Nothing is real and none of these niggas is realer than me
Nikki just called me, told me «Fuck all these niggas, just be who you destined
to be»
I got the city on thousand degrees, elevate elevate, dizzy got speed
This is that level these rappers can’t reach
This is that practice shit that you preach
Tell me some shit that I don’t know, bitch I like just like a photo
Came in the game on my own bro, now that I’m on we all on
I know that God got my back, I talk to God all the time
I ain’t got no plan B, I put this all on the line
Look at the traction (Traction)
Look at what happened (Bitch)
Heard that these niggas don’t sell any tickets, so how they went platinum?
Yeah
I am the GOAT on the low
I keep the guns on the floor
I used to sleep all on the floor, now I hear the round of applause
So I flew myself out to Paris, now I be running the streets
I send some bread to these niggas, now they be actin' like leeches
Niggas be buggin' for features, but I’m like way out of reach
You don’t hear the round of applause, my nigga just take you a seat
Me and these rappers ain’t really friends, I don’t be taking their calls
I make 'em talk to the middle man, he won’t pass me their message at all
You know I got love for my real fans but I’m cursing them off of my yard
I can’t be signing no autographs, I got too much kush in my garage
I don’t want no attention from my neighbours, I don’t wanna make friends with a
cop
You get your nose wiped in a second, you call out my fuckin' name in the dark
Washing my pinky ring in Ciroc
Bitch you can’t hold my hand, hold the cock
Kickin' it at the top, gettin' top
Me and the gang, party on the charts
I am a pussy man, you are a pussy nigga
I told the hoe «I am not a fisherman»
I say that cause the pussy stinkin'
Made a M on my vocab, I got rich with my dictionary
Put them diamonds on twelve teeth, I require a different fairy
I despise a snitch nigga
I’ma tell Tom to kill Jerry
Pourin' up for the dead homies, do a show at the cemetary
Let 'em diss me, I’ll never hear it
He a bitch, he ain’t never scared
Call him out for the commentary
Fuck his mom if it’s necessary
Do him dirty, no sanitary, Tall Racks
I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street
I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
I haven’t been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth
Got money trees in the bag, I’m just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh
Sit the fuck down nigga
You don’t hear the round of applause, my nigga just take you a seat
I heard that new shit and it’s weak
You niggas sound just like my niece
(Yeah, you niggas sound just like my niece)
Look, fuck your feelings, this is how I’m feeling
World winding, niggas didn’t see the vision
They pretended and now it’s too late
Sickness sent around the globe, it’s a tide
I watched these niggas switch sides
And then I watched 'em switch deals
They couldn’t do it by themselves, Askin me how I feel (Bitch)