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Justin Rarri

PARIS

 

PARIS

(album: YOUNGEST IN KHARGE - 2020)


Baby im trapping so jus leave me lone
I aint gone say I feel today
I been ridin doley wit my brother
These niggas aint cut enough I had get away
From these broke niggas
I aint never really fuck wit ya niggas
Only worried bout the bands and my niggas
She dont like it when im out my niggas
Bitch imma real right savage
Fuckin on ya hoe take her up to Paris
And that bitch kno that im bout it
I got 250 inside the mattress
On my gang I swear we wallin
Toolie in the back dont try no actin yeah
Told my og that I got her
Fuckin onna hoe while I count dese commas
Imma run it up count it up on mommas

Got it up by myself you aint believe
Rich young nigga with these hoes on me
Bleanshit be da gang kno they roll wit me
Big QPs and them Os on me
45 glizzy finna go on 3
Cant no nigga walk like he knowin me
Knowing all gangstas finna go on 3

Got off my ass and bitch filled up my louie duffle
Broke nigga talking down on my name jus like dese hoes cuz ion trust em
I got a message for all off you fake niggas that aint ever see me come from nothing
Boy alotta hoes they mad at me cuz after I fuck I swear that imma dub em
Fuck a bitch then go fly out Asia
How you blowing my phone but be hating
Only fuck wit me cuz I got paper
They talkin on me like a man imma take it
Got rugers we ready tomorrow we bake em
Aint in for a long conversation I hate it
Them blicks we got them blicks and them long rods
Why they talkin to me I dont know yall

Baby im trapping so jus leave me lone
I aint gone say I feel today
I been ridin doley wit my brother
These niggas aint cut enough I had get away
From these broke niggas
I aint never really fuck wit ya niggas
Only worried bout the bands and my niggas
She dont like it when im out my niggas
Bitch imma real right savage
Fuckin on ya hoe take her up to Paris
And that bitch kno that im bout it
I got 250 inside the mattress
On my gang I swear we wallin
Toolie in the back dont try no actin yeah
Told my og that I got her
Fuckin onna hoe while I count dese commas
Imma run it up count it up on mommas

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