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Sal Houdini
Sal Houdini
Performer
Dean Alexander Mehmood
Dean Alexander Mehmood
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Alexander Mehmood
Dean Alexander Mehmood
Songwriter

Lyrics

Look This is paradise This right here you see This is paradise for you I just threw a huge ass party like I'm Gatsby She said you look cute in all white girl, don't gas me Toothpick in my mouth like I'm Diddy with no Cassie Catch an attitude again I'll call your ass a taxi I got couple ex's on the daily tryin' to blast me I got bitches textin' sayin' "babe, I want your last name" Bitch my name Houdini for a reason come and catch me White Porsche revving in the lot 'cause I'm fancy Yeah I got drinks I got munchies I got bitches here that flew out from different countries They don't get attached they don't come up with assumptions Pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reductions I've been plottin' your destruction Keep all your apologies there's no room for discussions I give y'all the world and it's honestly disgustin' Bangout ever come you gon' face some repercussions She like how I smell that's Chanel Bleu I got couple dreams I could sell you, yeah Don't believe the things that they tell you Couple niggas tryin' to forget you, yeah Please don't catch no pictures of me talkin' to the bottle girls Don't go telling people that I was kissin' with a model girl I'm not tryin' to ruin my chance with this Chicago girl White Porsche tryin' to find out how far the throttle goes Got the goons with the draco They don't ever pull the trigger less I ever say so Mobbin' out in Carbone havin' chicken alfredo Havin' dinner with Italians like Stefano Magaddino Yeah There's a time and place for all that Say it hurts your soul, my nigga I thought you sold that You need a reality check can't ignore that You snitchin' us out to the opps you report back I just took the city by storm like I'm Gatsby I own the committee back home and that's facts B I pay bitches rent sometimes when they ask me I give out a loan to these niggas I'm financin' Devil on my shoulder with the angel and they dancin' Couple taken bitches in the city I'm romancin' I'm buildin' an empire and I'm expandin' I watch all the money comin' in while I'm relaxin' Glowin' like amazing skin Pull up to the mansion with like 80 friends Every single class of that Mercedes Benz Make sure to inform all of your lady friends No more little plans for them 80's kids I'm a 90's baby blowin' hunnid bands Fly a little shorty from the west ends Don't give no ideas to your best friend Chances are I'm fuckin' like an animal Bring some extra plan B's I'm out of 'em 'Cause God knows I cannot commit to one woman Slip up have a baby when I'm too busy to handle one Malik makes it happen he's executor Livin' dreams out on the regular Music wasn't part of my curricular But that just goes to show I don't need nothin' particular I hate the "you won't ever do it" type of energy These people gas you to your face but be your enemies dawg I got the message you been sendin' me dawg Nobody will be ever endin' me dawg Yeah
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