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Paris
D.F
M.B
Juda J
J.T
Now let's get it
It's like that y'all
It's like this y'all, get my man Boris to roll a spliff y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
Get my niggas and bitches up in the mix y'all
When I rap, I climb pitfalls
That's why you mad and your bitch still pissed off
Haters watch the clock and get ticked off
Flight out to M to them high before liftoff
Two carry-ons, I got big balls
Chicks calling but it's missed calls
Kinda sexy when she pissed off
Get throat, no lip gloss
And her ass drop harder than Rick Ross
Fuck with family, I'll knock your ass crisscross
Tell her Barbie bitch to get lost
She a gold digger bitch just trying to get her shit off
Fuck it with me, get your chick tossed
Cut jeans, scruff vans, throw it off
Gutta glam go Ham and go hard Fresh kicks nice bitch
You stay lit Rollin up somthing toBlaze with Fresh jeans
Scruffed vans throwed off Gutta glam go ham go hard Fresh kicks
Nice bitch who stay lit Rollin' up, something to, blaze wit
Niggas couldn't copy this, arrogant cockiness
Raw like I touch flesh, dope, no piss test
Get on your chick like a bench press
She do it for her own best interest
Soon as I make an entrance
Hashed out, smelling like a coffee shop from all the pot
Can't watch my mouth like I'm Ray Charles
Tripping balls, phone on vibrate
She's still irate
Beat the pussy up, something terrible
No stereo, only nigga that your bitch got in her schedule
We don't kiss, she just lick me from my head to toe
I never told her nothing, I already said before
Where she at getting dough?
Still high, airplane mode
Motherfucking mind like a beast
Gotta read between the lines when I speak
Or freak the beat with no Jesus piece
Holla
Cut jeans, scrub fans, throwed off
Gutta glam, go ham and go hard
Fresh kicks, nice bitch, you stay lit
Rollin' up, sign up, blaze wit
Fresh jeans, scrub fans, throw it all
Gutta glam, go ham and go hard
Fresh kicks, nice bitch, you stay lit
Rollin' up, sign up, blaze wit