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Justin Rarri - PARIS lyrics

Artist: Justin Rarri

album: YOUNGEST IN KHARGE (DELUXE)


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 that I'm 'bout it
I get 250 in a mansion
On the gang, I swear we wildin'
Tooler in the back, don't try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got 'em
Fucking on a hoe while I count these commas
I'mma run it up, countin' up Obamas
Got it up by myself, you ain't believe
We was sellin' leaves, with these hoes on me
Nigga set up with the gangn now they rock with me
Big killers and them O's with me
25 just for the gold on three
Can't no nigga walk, like he known with me
No number, I'm just finna go on three
Got on my ass and bitch put on my Louis dawg
Broke niggas talk down on my name
Just like these hoggers, I don't 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 that I'mma 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 the man on the tape
Got rubies and ritz, tomorrow we baking it
That nigga follow our converstations, I hate it
I'm blessed, we got them blessings on loan, loan
Why they talkin' to me, I don't 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 that I'm 'bout it
I get 250 in a mansion
On the gang, I swear we wildin'
Tooler in the back, don't try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got 'em
Fucking on a hoe while I count these commas
I'mma run it up, countin' up Obamas

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