Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paranoid, artist - Three Loco. Album song Three Loco EP, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 26.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mad Decent
Song language: English
Paranoid |
| I pull up paranoid on the board |
| I’m pulling down so hard and I’m sipping on that bar, that’s that drink |
| And my pocket’s got a fat bank |
| And my pocket’s got a fat |
| Bank my pocket’s got a fat bank |
| When I step right stay out of my sight |
| Leaning at the light with the burner clutch tight,(tight) |
| Tight edge fade cover up the (Ver)'sace braids (braids) |
| Neon lights rave fifty grand on the razor blade |
| Cut so precise, princess cuts on the white (white) |
| Never had a wife but if I did perfect height (Five Three) |
| Perfect time piece maybe Rolex on the wrist (wrist) |
| Baby blue barest powder spoiler with the kit (kit) |
| Crawling like a kitten bitch I’m crawling like a snail (snail) |
| Engine V-12 gas supreme at the Shell (pump) |
| Shell toe’d Adidas maybe Grant Hill by Fila’s |
| Hater’s can’t see us lay 'em flat like tortillas (tillas) |
| I pull up paranoid on the board |
| I’m coming down so hard and I’m sipping on that bar that’s that drank |
| And my pocket’s got a fat bank and my pocket’s got a fat |
| Bank my pocket’s got a fat bank |
| Pocket full of bank |
| Bolivian cash in the tank |
| Smuggling Snuggies across the states Illegal El Salvadorean |
| Yeah you will believe it when you seem me open the doors on the Porsche Delorean |
| Born again Bermuda Bahamas in flower pajamas I slap bitch your arm pits |
| You knew I was in Menudo in the '82 Peugeot bonin' your culo |
| Slap my balls on your dad’s desk and be like «Whatchu gonna do 'bout this, |
| nothing» |
| You a bitch stay attached to my fists when I slap your mom in the dick and |
| shit (What) |
| I pull up paranoid on the board |
| I’m coming down so hard and I’m sipping on that bar, that’s that drink |
| And my pocket’s got a fat bank |
| And my pocket’s got a fat |
| Bank my pocket’s got a fat bank |
| From the heads to the toes to the soul that they don’t got |
| All they care about is the next patron shot |
| These fake rappers want what what Al Capone got |
| 'Til they on the street leaking with they back of their dome shot |
| Like that Teflon don shit you Zac Efron |
| Get stepped on by this fat kid that gets slept on |
| Suck your mama dry |
| Suck your mama dry |
| Your jealous cuz I excel at everything I try |
| I’m outlandish I’ll even speak Spanish |
| Like mi casa su casa viva la raza |
| I’m a Reggaeton Rasta La Bamba La Bamba |
| Mi Bailar Samba bye bye Simba |
| Three D ninja me eat (ginger)ginga and Wasabi |
| Omakase Ke-mo sah-bee |
| I pull up paranoid on the board |
| I’m coming down so hard and I’m sipping on that bar that’s the drink |
| And my pocket’s got a fat bank and my pocket’s got a fat |
| Bank my pocket’s got a fat bank |