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French Montana

Paranoid

 

Paranoid

(álbum: Excuse My French - 2013)


[Intro: Johnny Maycash]
Yeah, it's crazy cuz, man like...
I saw one of the guys shooting on the corner
Damn nigga, this nigga really shooting on the corner
All the little kids... everybody running
He shot the whole van up, I'm like 'damn... what we do?'

[Hook: Johnny Maycash]
I been so paranoid
I hear these niggas tryna fuck with me
For real, shit, I know I got enemies
I can't let them niggas into me
I ain't scared to die, nigga
I'll take your life, nigga
Fuck it, shoot 'em down, nigga
A hundred rounds'll blow you down, nigga

[French Montana]
I be the hottest nigga out my city
Bitch you with some shit, you never signed no titties
Know a nigga shining, all my diamonds pretty
I hit a lick, I'm worth a couple million
That car nympho hundred thou, nigga
That top drop like Pacquiao, nigga
I hit up KOD and left a hundred in it
Hundred on my watch, I'm shining every minute
They caught 'em on that corner, left a hundred in 'em
Niggas going broke, died and never buried
Paranoia, got me watching lawyers
Molly water, tryna wait for sober

[Hook]

[French Montana]
And I made a mil in thirty minutes
And I'm riding clipped with thirty in it
And your head, I'll put 'bout thirty in it
When them shots hit 'em, chopper down, nigga
I been sober, paranoia
Got baking soda, come help ya boy out
Get your head blown off your body for a verse
When that chopper hit 'em, niggas yell or holler mercy
Bloody murder, go and dig the dirt out
Choppers ringing, they ain't let 'em get a word out
Don't be talking 'bout nothing you done heard 'bout
Niggas getting smoked, bitches getting turned out

[Hook x2]

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