Paris Lyrics

(he's so crazy)
(yea)
(ahh)
(woah)
(umm)

All in my feelings
Don't even come 'round me
Ain't answer my phone
So my bitch going buggy
I f*ck you in Paris
All the way out to London
Got some shooters in Gaza
And they ain't afraid to pop off one
Your crew full of dummies
About to go muggy
I spazz like (pa pa pa)
Then it get all bloody
f*ck is you talking about
I stay with the real ones
I stay with my bitch
And she ain't afraid to pop no one
Mama always told me
That i better keep my mouth straight And if im ever on the road
That i better keep my soul straight
And if someone is talking 'bout you
Than he don't know you truthfuly
And always stay true to yourself
And your real f*cking family
All in my feelings
Don't even come 'round me
I spazz like (ta ta ta)
So my bitch going buggy
I f*ck you in Paris
All the way out to London
Got some shooters in Gaza
And they ain't afraid to pop no one

(Afraid to pop no one)

(And more chune for your headtop
So watch how you speak on my name, you know?)

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