Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paranoid, artist - SpaceGhostPurrp. Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paranoid |
| Never trust a ho |
| You can’t trust a bitch |
| Never trust a ho |
| You can’t trust a bitch |
| I’m always on your mind |
| Let that ho know, let that ho know |
| When you think about me, you be paranoid, all the time |
| Let that bitch know |
| I’m always on your mind |
| Let that ho know, let that ho know |
| When you think about me, you be paranoid, all the time |
| Let that bitch know, let that bitch know |
| I’m always in your head |
| Let that ho know, let that ho know |
| Tossing and turning, can’t go to bed |
| Let that bitch know, let that bitch know |
| Let me get the fuck out this place |
| Niggas and hoes all in my face |
| Leather on like '98 Ma$e |
| Back to court, 'cause I caught me a case |
| Bullshit that I seen everyday |
| At the bar, got to get me a chase |
| She a star, you can see it in her face |
| In my car, 'cause she got hella taste |
| Legs soft with the Coke bottle waist |
| Stock go hard, like an 808 bass |
| Time is like a high nigga eating cake |
| It go by fast, like the way to Ricky Lake |
| Cuban links, I keep two on floss |
| Phonk in my soul, like Luther Vandross |
| Get lost, stop calling my phone |
| Do me a favor, just leave me alone |
| Yeah, I’m young, but wise, I’m not dumb |
| You got to be wise in the state I came from |
| Not from the slums, but I’m from the Southside |
| Of F.L.A., where the OG’s reside |
| Let me wipe the tears from my eyes |
| It’s been two years since my nigga Jitt died |
| If I cry then you should know why |
| All that pain I can’t hold inside |
| Paranoia, paranoia |
| Paranoia |
| Paranoia, paranoia |
| Paranoia |
| Paranoia, paranoia |
| Paranoia |
| Paranoia, paranoia |
| Paranoia |
| Paranoia, kicking in |
| Johnny Cage, trust this |
| Not here, nowhere |
| Compatible with girls with long hair |
| Don’t care, what you say |
| The lies you create, everyday |
| I pray, my way |
| By the way, Rest In Peace Jam Master J |
| Uh, I’m insecure, but I can’t help that |
| Talking 'bout I’m tripping, but I’m not |
| Niggas want that |
| Little itty bitty body, you a hottie |
| So don’t get mad when I snap for a hobby |
| In the lobby checking in, stepping in |
| Who do I see? |
| My ex-woman with the next man |
| Think a nigga gon' hurt when I see fool? |
| Bet she hurting right now 'cause my boo |
| Look way-way better than my last bitch |
| Baby who is she? |
| Baby girl, she my last bitch |
| Aston Martin, let me buy this |
| Never had a whip, but I wanna drive this |
| Try this, Alizé-Sizzurp mix |
| As I play Blackland, black lipstick |
| Deep thought from the sound got your body lit |
| You paranoid now, let me kiss the kitty clit |
| Paranoia, paranoia |
| Paranoia |
| Paranoia, paranoia |
| Paranoia |
| Paranoia, paranoia |
| Paranoia |
| Paranoia, paranoia |
| Paranoia |